Dressed in a brown Army uniform, he leaned heavily on the wooden crutch. Her eyes were, involuntarily, drawn to the pinned up cloth of both his coat and his left trouser leg.
He seemed disinclined to small talk, so she led him down the hall to the room.
“I must apologize. I’d not expected a response quite this soon. I can move a dresser in here if you like. As I said on the telephone, it’s not much.”
A smile lit his scarred face, surprising her. “No, it should be fine. As you see, there ain’t much of me either.”