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"
Why
,
that
soun
’
s
nice
,
"
she
said
.
"
Can
’
t
you
stick
on
somepin
from
Scripture
so
it
’
ll
be
religious
?
Open
up
an
’
git
a
sayin
’
,
somepin
outa
Scripture
.
"
"
Got
to
be
short
,
"
said
Tom
.
"
I
ain
’
t
got
much
room
lef
’
on
the
page
.
"
Sairy
said
,
"
How
’
bout
’
God
have
mercy
on
his
soul
’
?
"
"
No
,
"
said
Tom
.
"
Sounds
too
much
like
he
was
hung
.
I
’
ll
copy
somepin
.
"
He
turned
the
pages
and
read
,
mumbling
his
lips
,
saying
the
words
under
his
breath
.
"
Here
’
s
a
good
short
one
,
"
he
said
.
"
’
An
’
Lot
said
unto
them
,
Oh
,
not
so
,
my
Lord
.
’
"
"
Don
’
t
mean
nothin
’
,
"
said
Ma
.
"
Long
’
s
you
’
re
gonna
put
one
down
,
it
might
’
s
well
mean
somepin
.
"
Sairy
said
,
"
Turn
to
Psalms
,
over
further
.
You
kin
always
get
somepin
outa
Psalms
.
"
Tom
flipped
the
pages
and
looked
down
the
verses
.
"
Now
here
is
one
,
"
he
said
.
"
This
here
’
s
a
nice
one
,
just
blowed
full
a
religion
:
’
Blessed
is
he
whose
transgression
is
forgiven
,
whose
sin
is
covered
.
’
How
’
s
that
?
"
"
That
’
s
real
nice
,
"
said
Ma
.
"
Put
that
one
in
.
"
Tom
wrote
it
carefully
.
Ma
rinsed
and
wiped
a
fruit
jar
and
Tom
screwed
the
lid
down
tight
on
it
.
"
Maybe
the
preacher
ought
to
wrote
it
,
"
he
said
.
