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"
He
’
s
all
right
.
Just
lays
there
mumblin
’
.
"
"
Mac
helped
you
more
than
I
did
.
"
"
Yes
,
but
he
don
’
t
look
at
me
—
nice
.
I
like
t
’
hear
you
talk
.
You
’
re
just
a
young
kid
,
but
you
talk
nice
.
"
"
I
talk
too
much
,
Lisa
.
Too
much
talk
,
not
enough
doing
things
.
Look
how
the
evening
’
s
coming
.
We
’
ll
light
the
lantern
before
long
.
You
wouldn
’
t
like
to
sit
here
in
the
dark
with
me
.
"
"
I
wouldn
’
care
,
"
she
said
quickly
.
He
looked
into
her
eyes
again
,
and
his
face
grew
pleased
.
"
Did
you
ever
notice
,
in
the
evening
,
Lisa
,
how
you
think
of
things
that
happened
a
long
time
ago
—
not
even
about
things
that
matter
?
One
time
in
town
,
when
I
was
a
little
kid
,
the
sun
was
going
down
,
and
there
was
a
board
fence
.
Well
,
a
grey
cat
went
up
and
sat
on
that
fence
for
a
moment
,
long
-
haired
cat
,
and
that
cat
turned
gold
for
a
minute
,
a
gold
cat
.
"
"
I
like
cats
,
"
Lisa
agreed
softly
.
"
I
had
two
cats
onct
,
two
of
them
.
"
"
Look
.
The
sun
’
s
nearly
gone
,
Lisa
.
Tomorrow
we
’
ll
be
somewhere
else
.
I
wonder
where
?
You
’
ll
be
on
the
move
,
I
guess
.
Maybe
I
’
ll
be
in
jail
.
I
’
ve
been
in
jail
before
.
"
London
and
Mac
came
quietly
into
the
tent
together
.
London
looked
down
at
the
girl
.
"
What
you
doing
here
,
Lisa
?
You
better
get
out
.
We
got
business
.
"
Lisa
got
up
and
clutched
her
blanket
close
.
She
looked
sideways
at
Jim
as
she
passed
.
London
said
,
"
I
don
’
t
know
what
’
s
goin
’
on
.
There
’
s
about
ten
little
meetin
’
s
out
there
,
an
’
they
don
’
t
want
me
at
none
o
’
them
.
"
"
Yeah
,
I
know
,
"
Mac
said
.
"
The
guys
’
re
scared
.
I
don
’
t
know
what
they
’
ll
do
,
but
they
’
ll
want
to
scram
tonight
.
"
And
then
the
conversation
died
.
London
and
Mac
sat
down
on
boxes
,
facing
Jim
.
They
sat
there
while
the
sun
went
down
and
the
tent
grew
a
little
dusky
.
