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The
family
became
a
unit
.
Pa
squatted
down
on
the
ground
,
and
Uncle
John
beside
him
.
Pa
was
the
head
of
the
family
now
.
Ma
stood
behind
him
.
Noah
and
Tom
and
Al
squatted
,
and
the
preacher
sat
down
,
and
then
reclined
on
his
elbow
.
Connie
and
Rose
of
Sharon
walked
at
a
distance
.
Now
Ruthie
and
Winfield
,
clattering
up
with
a
bucket
of
water
held
between
them
,
felt
the
change
,
and
they
slowed
up
and
set
down
the
bucket
and
moved
quietly
to
stand
with
Ma
.
Granma
sat
proudly
,
coldly
,
until
the
group
was
formed
,
until
no
one
looked
at
her
,
and
then
she
lay
down
and
covered
her
face
with
her
arm
.
The
red
sun
set
and
left
a
shining
twilight
on
the
land
,
so
that
faces
were
bright
in
the
evening
and
eyes
shone
in
reflection
of
the
sky
.
The
evening
picked
up
light
where
it
could
.
Pa
said
,
"
It
was
in
Mr
.
Wilson
’
s
tent
.
"
Uncle
John
nodded
.
"
He
loaned
his
tent
.
"
"
Fine
friendly
folks
,
"
Pa
said
softly
.
Wilson
stood
by
his
broken
car
,
and
Sairy
had
gone
to
the
mattress
to
sit
beside
Granma
,
but
Sairy
was
careful
not
to
touch
her
.
Pa
called
,
"
Mr
.
Wilson
!
"
The
man
scuffed
near
and
squatted
down
,
and
Sairy
came
and
stood
beside
him
.
Pa
said
,
"
We
’
re
thankful
to
you
folks
.
"
"
We
’
re
proud
to
help
,
"
said
Wilson
.
"
We
’
re
beholden
to
you
,
"
said
Pa
.
"
There
’
s
no
beholden
in
a
time
of
dying
,
"
said
Wilson
,
and
Sairy
echoed
him
,
"
Never
no
beholden
.
"
