Henry Pitts: Kinsey's landlord. He's a former commercial baker who supplements his social security these days doing up breads and sweets, which he sells to or trades with local merchants. Octogenarian "hunk," tall and lean with close-cropped white hair and eyes that are periwinkle blue, full of curiosity. Age has boiled him down to a concentrate, all male, compassionate and prudent and wry.
Henry Pitts: Kinsey's landlord and good friend; tall and lean eighty-six year old neighbor.
“Remember when they put fluoride in the city water and everybody thought it was a Communist plot? Dentists spread that rumor.”
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