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"
Kinda
fresh
,
though
,
"
she
said
.
"
Joey
,
that
’
s
my
hubby
,
he
didn
’
t
like
it
none
.
I
thought
he
was
a
nice
fella
.
"
Jim
got
to
his
knees
and
prepared
to
crawl
out
of
the
tent
.
"
Had
any
breakfast
?
"
"
Joey
’
s
out
gettin
’
me
some
.
"
Her
eyes
were
bolder
now
.
"
You
goin
’
to
the
funeral
?
"
"
Sure
.
"
"
I
can
’
t
go
.
Joey
says
I
can
’
t
.
"
"
It
’
s
too
wet
and
nasty
.
"
Jim
crawled
out
.
"
’
Bye
,
kid
.
Take
care
o
’
yourself
.
"
"
’
B
-
bye
.
"
She
paused
.
"
Don
’
t
tell
nobody
,
will
you
?
"
He
looked
back
into
the
tent
.
"
Don
’
t
tell
’
em
what
?
Oh
,
about
the
baby
.
No
,
I
won
’
t
.
"
"
Y
’
see
,
"
she
explained
,
"
you
seen
me
that
way
,
so
I
told
you
.
I
don
’
t
know
why
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
either
.
’
Bye
,
kid
.
"
He
straightened
up
and
walked
away
.
Few
men
were
moving
about
in
the
mist
.
Most
of
the
strikers
had
taken
their
mush
and
gone
back
to
the
tents
.
The
smoke
from
the
stoves
swirled
low
to
the
ground
.
A
little
wind
blew
the
drizzle
in
a
slow
,
drifting
angle
.
As
Jim
went
by
London
’
s
tent
,
he
looked
in
and
saw
a
dozen
men
standing
about
the
coffin
,
all
looking
down
at
it
.
