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Lydia
found
another
one
.
"
I
’
ll
make
this
one
do
.
Hold
still
now
,
relax
but
hold
still
.
"
I
was
facing
her
.
She
worked
at
the
mound
of
clay
with
a
wooden
tool
tipped
with
a
loop
of
wire
.
She
waved
the
tool
at
me
over
the
mound
of
clay
.
I
watched
her
.
Her
eyes
looked
at
me
.
They
were
large
,
dark
brown
.
Even
her
bad
eye
,
the
one
that
didn
’
t
quite
match
the
other
,
looked
good
.
I
looked
back
.
Lydia
worked
.
Time
passed
.
I
was
in
a
trance
.
Then
she
said
,
"
How
about
a
break
?
Care
for
a
beer
?
"
"
Fine
.
Yes
.
"
When
she
got
up
to
go
to
the
refrigerator
I
followed
her
.
She
got
the
bottle
out
and
closed
the
door
.
As
she
turned
I
grabbed
her
around
the
waist
and
pulled
her
to
me
.
I
put
my
mouth
and
body
against
hers
.
She
held
the
beer
bottle
out
at
arm
’
s
length
with
one
hand
.
I
kissed
her
.
I
kissed
her
again
.
Lydia
pushed
me
away
.
"
All
right
,
"
she
said
,
"
enough
.
We
have
work
to
do
.
"
We
sat
back
down
and
I
drank
my
beer
while
Lydia
smoked
a
cigarette
,
the
clay
between
us
.
Then
the
doorbell
rang
.
Lydia
got
up
.
A
fat
woman
stood
there
with
frantic
,
pleading
eyes
.
"
This
is
my
sister
,
Glendoline
.
"
"
Hi
.
"
