You look so thin in my hands, she said

Inman wants to do something to avoid regretting his reaction in the future.
Ida withdrew her hand and asked, When was the last time you ate?
Inman counted three days, he said, or four days is four days, I think.
Well, then you must be too hungry to care about cooking.
Ruby has torn a turkey from the bone and put the skeleton in a big pot. Stebrod boiled the soup. Ida asked Inman to sit by the fire and handed him a plate of torn turkey pieces, so that he could chew Ruby slowly and kneel there to take care of the soup pot. She scraped off the gray foam of the soup with a porridge stick. It was her afternoon that a poplar branch was cut into pieces because it didn’t fit Cornus officinalis. She threw the foam on the fire and hissed.
Ada was cooking a real dinner while Inman was eating turkey. She put the dried apple rings in the water. When they were soaked, she got grease from a fat strip and fried the leftover corn flour into wedge-shaped cakes. The corn flour was crispy and brown. She took them and put the apple rings in the pan. Inman Rao looked at her with interest. He was not used to her wearing pants, but he found that the pants could be made in various postures.
Ida’s food is greasy and reddish brown, and it smells like firewood, cigarettes and lard. This is the kind of food that we often eat near winter, the kind of comfort food with short days and long nights. Inman Ma wolfed it down like a hungry person like him, but then he stopped and said, Aren’t you going to eat it?
We’ve had dinner, Ida said
Inman stopped talking and continued to eat. Before he finished eating, Ruby judged that the nutrition in the chicken skeleton had entered the soup. One of her smaller cans contained half a can of soup, which contained the vitality of wild animals and was oily and turbid, just like roasting kernels in a dry pot.
I’ll see if he can have some soup, she said
She walked to the door with a can. In front of her door, she stopped and said that it was time to change the dressing of that wound. I’m going to be there with him for a while, which means I won’t be back for a while.
After Ruby left, the wooden house became smaller, and its walls squeezed over. Neither of them thought much. At one time, young men and women were alone, and the old shackles came one after another. They felt quite embarrassed. Ida said to herself, there are always a group of old ladies around to supervise you. Charleston may be a fictional place, and she has nothing to do with the world, just like a paradise or an island in Prospero’s Shakespeare play.
In order to break the silence, Inman praised the food as if he were at a Sunday dinner, but he felt a little stupid before he even praised the turkey, so he stopped and suddenly longed for it. If he didn’t keep his mouth shut and lead his mind in a better direction, he would probably turn into amazing language.
He got up and went to his backpack to smoke bartram’s and showed it to Ada as if it were some kind of certificate. It was rolled into a roll and tied with a bow and dirty rope for several months. Now it looks dirty and old enough to contain a lost knowledge. He told her that he had finished the journey and read it in the moonlight when he was camping alone for several nights. Inman described it to her as a note. He told her his opinion that it was almost sacred and enriched people.
To prove his point, he drew a bow at one end and unfolded the soft skin. His fingers lit up from the description of climbing the mountain as usual, and then he read most of the sentences aloud. When he read it, he couldn’t wait for it to stop. Because it seemed to remind people of sex, his voice became hoarse and his face almost turned red.
After reaching the peak, we enjoyed the most charming green pastures, strawberry fields, winding rivers, kissing the bulging green turfgrass dome at every turn, and decorating the flower beds with rich strawberry vegetation. Firebirds wandered in groups, elk strutted on the lawn or pranced in groups on the mountain. Cherokee girls were young and innocent. They were picking mellow water, and those who had filled their baskets with girls were reclining in the cup-shaped yellow jasmine days with the fragrance of magnolia, azalea, mountain plum blossom. Blue glyceride shrubs form the shadow of a natural gazebo. They show their beauty to the breeze and bathe their bodies in the cold rush. At the same time, those more active partners are still picking strawberries or naughty chasing their companions to tease them and defile their lips and faces.
He sat quietly after reading it.
Is that how Ida said it was all described?
Absolutely not Inman said
What he wants to do is that Ida leans against the fir bed and holds her tightly, just like bartram is eager to lie in their gazebo with the girls, but Inman does it by rolling it up and putting it next to the wooden bowl in the wall niche. He picks up the cookware, where he is holding a bunch of cookware that keeps colliding with each other.
I’ll wash these things, he said
He went to the door and looked back. Ida sat there motionless, staring at the hot coals. Inman squatted down the hillside to the water’s edge and scrubbed every dish with sand. The speed of snowfall didn’t slow down at all. Even the stones in the stream were like wearing a high bun. Inman sprayed clouds of white air over the snowflakes. He tried to think about what to do. More than 12 hours of sleep and a big dinner were not enough for him, but now he can clear his mind. He knows that his most urgent need is to get rid of loneliness. He has become lonely and lonely no longer.
He can still feel the pressure of Ada’s palm on the back of his stomach. When he crouches in the cold mountain and darkness, his affectionate touch seems to be the key to life. No matter what he says, his hands are insignificant compared with his body.
He went back to the house and made up his mind to go to Ida, put one hand on her neck and the other on her waist, and drew her to himself and clearly expressed his wishes. But when he put the door back, the warmth of the fire hit him, and his fingers stuck together. They were scratched by sand and were frozen and stiff with cold water, just like when he was patrolling the coast, he saw the ghosts of blue crab claws waving their weapons at the world, even their own kind. He looked down at the tableware and the frying pan and saw that there was still a layer of white grease on the surface. He worked hard.
Ida looked up at him. He saw that she took two deep breaths and then looked away. He could guess that she had gathered all her courage to come and touch him and put him in the palm of her hand. He knew this. She had tried her best to imprison those words in the moon. Now he is burdened with having to speak quickly.
Inman walked up to her and sat behind her.
Did you write to me when I was in the hospital? He asked.
I wrote a few letters. She said that I wrote two in summer and one in autumn, but when I knew you were there, you had already left. The first two letters were sent to Virginia.
They didn’t find me there, he said, tell me what it says.
Ida briefly described a letter, although it didn’t come in the same way. She adjusted them according to the current view. Life rarely gives you such an opportunity to rewrite the past, even a fragment of the past. She made full use of this opportunity to repair these letters, which made them more satisfied than before. She showed the details of her life in more detail, expressed more accurately, directly and richly, but she didn’t arrive at the last one.
I wish I had reached them. When she finished, Inman said, he said it would be easier for him to get through those difficult times, but he didn’t want to talk about the hospital at the moment.
He put his hand into the warm stove and thought about how many winters it had spent abandoned in the dark and cold. He said that there was a fire in this stove twenty-six years ago.