"Jack's...a hummer. And a singer of great gusto, if not the clearest voice."
But Buffy had come to love the rough gravel Jack brought to every new song. And the way he wandered from one folk piece to the next. Sea shanties and things of his own design.
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But Buffy had come to love the rough gravel Jack brought to every new song. And the way he wandered from one folk piece to the next. Sea shanties and things of his own design.
"His father, I think, plays the guitar."