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"
Amen
.
"
A
long
gasping
sigh
came
from
the
open
mouth
,
and
then
a
crying
release
of
air
.
"
Give
us
this
day
—
our
daily
bread
—
and
forgive
us
—
"
The
breathing
had
stopped
.
Casy
looked
down
into
Grampa
’
s
eyes
and
they
were
clear
and
deep
and
penetrating
,
and
there
was
a
knowing
serene
look
in
them
.
"
Hallelujah
!
"
said
Granma
.
"
Go
on
.
"
"
Amen
,
"
said
Casy
.
Granma
was
still
then
.
And
outside
the
tent
all
the
noise
had
stopped
.
A
car
whished
by
on
the
highway
.
Casy
still
knelt
on
the
floor
beside
the
mattress
.
The
people
outside
were
listening
,
standing
quietly
intent
on
the
sounds
of
dying
.
Sairy
took
Granma
by
the
arm
and
led
her
outside
,
and
Granma
moved
with
dignity
and
held
her
head
high
.
She
walked
for
the
family
and
held
her
head
straight
for
the
family
.
Sairy
took
her
to
a
mattress
lying
on
the
ground
and
sat
her
down
on
it
.
And
Granma
looked
straight
ahead
,
proudly
,
for
she
was
on
show
now
.
The
tent
was
still
,
and
at
last
Casy
spread
the
tent
flaps
with
his
hands
and
stepped
out
.
Pa
asked
softly
,
"
What
was
it
?
"
"
Stroke
,
"
said
Casy
.
"
A
good
quick
stroke
.
"
Life
began
to
move
again
.
The
sun
touched
the
horizon
and
flattened
over
it
.
And
along
the
highway
there
came
a
long
line
of
huge
freight
trucks
with
red
sides
.
They
rumbled
along
,
putting
a
little
earthquake
in
the
ground
,
and
the
standing
exhaust
pipes
sputtered
blue
smoke
from
the
Diesel
oil
.
One
man
drove
each
truck
,
and
his
relief
man
slept
in
a
bunk
high
up
against
the
ceiling
.
But
the
trucks
never
stopped
;
they
thundered
day
and
night
and
the
ground
shook
under
their
heavy
march
.
