( folks the whole town over are lookin' for some manner of distraction. he's seen folks lose themselves to drink an' sorrow. he's on edge himself, grown restless and weary on account'a the lack of nicotine circulatin' in his bloodstream, an' the goings-ons surrounding the graves ain't helped matters much.
so when he finds her doin' some manner of menial labor, it's a natural thing for him to offer — )
Ma'am. ( a greeting, it accompanies a mild nod. ) Mind some help?
( idle hands, an' all. he'd rather put his hands to work for ease of the mind. )
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so when he finds her doin' some manner of menial labor, it's a natural thing for him to offer — )
Ma'am. ( a greeting, it accompanies a mild nod. ) Mind some help?
( idle hands, an' all. he'd rather put his hands to work for ease of the mind. )