knives raze he slid the tool from its scabbard. "you see that?" he said. "that's solingen steel. the germans made some of the finest steel in the world. we learned about that in shop class. i found this knife at sears. i said to my dad, 'if that's what i think it is, it's coming home with me.' he bought one just like it. maybe it ended up with my brother. i don't know. i didn't find it in my father's things. i think i've sharpened mine once in forty years. maybe twice." he asked for a garbage bag so he'd have a place to dump the pads that line the part of my piano designed to keep the cold from crushing its colon. the blade sliced through blue cloth like a blown-out body making still water move. i held what wasn't mine, felt the smooth curve of its tang against my palm, and wondered how deep it might dig into him. 221224 what's it to you? who go blather from