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"
I
know
,
"
she
said
.
The
dog
wandered
,
sniffing
,
past
the
truck
,
trotted
to
the
puddle
under
the
hose
again
and
lapped
at
the
muddy
water
.
And
then
he
moved
away
,
nose
down
and
ears
hanging
.
He
sniffed
his
way
among
the
dusty
weeds
beside
the
road
,
to
the
edge
of
the
pavement
.
He
raised
his
head
and
looked
across
,
and
then
started
over
.
Rose
of
Sharon
screamed
shrilly
.
A
big
swift
car
whisked
near
,
tires
squealed
.
The
dog
dodged
helplessly
,
and
with
a
shriek
,
cut
off
in
the
middle
,
went
under
the
wheels
.
The
big
car
slowed
for
a
moment
and
faces
looked
back
,
and
then
it
gathered
greater
speed
and
disappeared
.
And
the
dog
,
a
blot
of
blood
and
tangled
,
burst
intestines
,
kicked
slowly
in
the
road
.
Rose
of
Sharon
’
s
eyes
were
wide
.
"
D
’
you
think
it
’
ll
hurt
?
"
she
begged
.
"
Think
it
’
ll
hurt
?
"
Connie
put
his
arm
around
her
.
"
Come
set
down
,
"
he
said
.
"
It
wasn
’
t
nothin
’
.
"
"
But
I
felt
it
hurt
.
I
felt
it
kinda
jar
when
I
yelled
.
"
"
Come
set
down
.
It
wasn
’
t
nothin
’
.
It
won
’
t
hurt
.
"
He
led
her
to
the
side
of
the
truck
away
from
the
dying
dog
and
sat
her
down
on
the
running
board
.
Tom
and
Uncle
John
walked
out
to
the
mess
.
The
last
quiver
was
going
out
of
the
crushed
body
.
Tom
took
it
by
the
legs
and
dragged
it
to
the
side
of
the
road
.
Uncle
John
looked
embarrassed
,
as
though
it
were
his
fault
.
"
I
ought
ta
tied
him
up
,
"
he
said
.
Pa
looked
down
at
the
dog
for
a
moment
and
then
he
turned
away
.
"
Le
’
s
get
outa
here
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
don
’
know
how
we
was
gonna
feed
’
im
anyways
.
Just
as
well
,
maybe
.
"
The
fat
man
came
from
behind
the
truck
.
"
I
’
m
sorry
,
folks
,
"
he
said
.
"
A
dog
jus
’
don
’
last
no
time
near
a
highway
.
I
had
three
dogs
run
over
in
a
year
.
Don
’
t
keep
none
,
no
more
.
"
And
he
said
,
"
Don
’
t
you
folks
worry
none
about
it
.
I
’
ll
take
care
of
’
im
.
Bury
’
im
out
in
the
corn
field
.
"
Ma
walked
over
to
Rose
of
Sharon
,
where
she
sat
,
still
shuddering
,
on
the
running
board
.
"
You
all
right
,
Rosasharn
?
"
she
asked
.
"
You
feelin
’
poorly
?
"
