Jinn thought of pebbles in the cemetery and bits of wood from the shed and bench he had repaired. But Eddie didn't like the cemetery much and he hadn't been involved with either rebuilding project.
He ran, though, and swam. And he knitted.
And he had played shatranj with Jinn, days and weeks ago. Could it be? "What about clay?" Jinn asked J'mon before he could stop himself.