Zach'ry hol' my han' today! Us goin' 'long, him drivin', me settin' dere besi'e, boaf o' us enjoyin' de early mo'nin' sunshine, when him leave go one de reins an' reach on ovah. Don' look at me o' nuffin', jus' latch on. Den af'er a while him do look—not at me; at our two-tone han's, turnin' 'em back an' foat', starin' at hissen, starin' at mine. Him do like dat fo' a spell den lif' my han' an' kiss it—a long eyes-tight-close' kiss—den lays it, real gen'le-like, back my lap. Res' dat day my skin cain't shake de special way dat feel.