He found the first one in the attic, in an old cardboard box. He pulled it out and whistled.
"A hand!" he said. "And in such great shape."
The hand gave a thumbs-up.
Once he was looking, he found them everywhere. He found two at a garage sale. Seven at consignment stores. Five in dumpsters. He became a hobbyist. Then obsessed. Then driven.
"We need to have a talk, Grampa," said Jillian one morning.
"About what?" he said, as a hand tucked his napkin in, another cut his waffle, and a third poured syrup. "Many hands make light work, right?"
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