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"
It
ain
’
t
no
use
,
"
Noah
said
.
"
I
’
m
sad
,
but
I
can
’
t
he
’
p
it
.
I
got
to
go
.
"
He
turned
abruptly
and
walked
downstream
along
the
shore
.
Tom
started
to
follow
,
and
then
he
stopped
.
He
saw
Noah
disappear
into
the
brush
,
and
then
appear
again
,
following
the
edge
of
the
river
.
And
he
watched
Noah
growing
smaller
on
the
edge
of
the
river
,
until
he
disappeared
into
the
willows
at
last
.
And
Tom
took
off
his
cap
and
scratched
his
head
.
He
went
back
to
his
willow
cave
and
lay
down
to
sleep
.
UNDER
THE
SPREAD
tarpaulin
Granma
lay
on
a
mattress
,
and
Ma
sat
beside
her
.
The
air
was
stiflingly
hot
,
and
the
flies
buzzed
in
the
shade
of
the
canvas
.
Granma
was
naked
under
a
long
piece
of
pink
curtain
.
She
turned
her
old
head
restlessly
from
side
to
side
,
and
she
muttered
and
choked
.
Ma
sat
on
the
ground
beside
her
,
and
with
a
piece
of
cardboard
drove
the
flies
away
and
fanned
a
stream
of
moving
hot
air
over
the
tight
old
face
.
Rose
of
Sharon
sat
on
the
other
side
and
watched
her
mother
.
Granma
called
imperiously
,
"
Will
!
Will
!
You
come
here
,
Will
.
"
And
her
eyes
opened
and
she
looked
fiercely
about
.
"
Tol
’
him
to
come
right
here
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
’
ll
catch
him
.
I
’
ll
take
the
hair
off
’
n
him
.
"
She
closed
her
eyes
and
rolled
her
head
back
and
forth
and
muttered
thickly
.
Ma
fanned
with
the
cardboard
.
Rose
of
Sharon
looked
helplessly
at
the
old
woman
.
She
said
softly
,
"
She
’
s
awful
sick
.
"
Ma
raised
her
eyes
to
the
girl
’
s
face
.
Ma
’
s
eyes
were
patient
,
but
the
lines
of
strain
were
on
her
forehead
.
Ma
fanned
and
fanned
the
air
,
and
her
piece
of
cardboard
warned
off
the
flies
.
"
When
you
’
re
young
,
Rosasharn
,
ever
’
thing
that
happens
is
a
thing
all
by
itself
.
It
’
s
a
lonely
thing
.
I
know
,
I
’
member
,
Rosasharn
.
"
Her
mouth
loved
the
name
of
her
daughter
.
"
You
’
re
gonna
have
a
baby
,
Rosasharn
,
and
that
’
s
somepin
to
you
lonely
and
away
.
That
’
s
gonna
hurt
you
,
an
’
the
hurt
’
ll
be
lonely
hurt
,
an
’
this
here
tent
is
alone
in
the
worl
’
,
Rosasharn
.
"
She
whipped
the
air
for
a
moment
to
drive
a
buzzing
blow
fly
on
,
and
the
big
shining
fly
circled
the
tent
twice
and
zoomed
out
into
the
blinding
sunlight
.
And
Ma
went
on
,
"
They
’
s
a
time
of
change
,
an
’
when
that
comes
,
dyin
’
is
a
piece
of
all
dyin
’
,
and
bearin
’
is
a
piece
of
all
bearin
’
,
an
bearin
’
an
’
dyin
’
is
two
pieces
of
the
same
thing
.
"
An
’
then
things
ain
’
t
lonely
any
more
.
An
’
then
a
hurt
don
’
t
hurt
so
bad
,
cause
it
ain
’
t
a
lonely
hurt
no
more
,
Rosasharn
.
I
wisht
I
could
tell
you
so
you
’
d
know
,
but
I
can
’
t
.
"
And
her
voice
was
so
soft
,
so
full
of
love
,
that
tears
crowded
into
Rose
of
Sharon
’
s
eyes
,
and
flowed
over
her
eyes
and
blinded
her
.
"
Take
an
’
fan
Granma
,
"
Ma
said
,
and
she
handed
the
cardboard
to
her
daughter
.
"
That
’
s
a
good
thing
to
do
.
I
wisht
I
could
tell
you
so
you
’
d
know
.
"
Granma
,
scowling
her
brows
down
over
her
closed
eyes
,
bleated
,
"
Will
!
You
’
re
dirty
!
You
ain
’
t
never
gonna
get
clean
.
"
Her
little
wrinkled
claws
moved
up
and
scratched
her
cheek
.
A
red
ant
ran
up
the
curtain
cloth
and
scrambled
over
the
folds
of
loose
skin
on
the
old
lady
’
s
neck
.
Ma
reached
quickly
and
picked
it
off
,
crushed
it
between
thumb
and
forefinger
,
and
brushed
her
fingers
on
her
dress
.
Rose
of
Sharon
waved
the
cardboard
fan
.
She
looked
up
at
Ma
.
"
She
-
?
"
And
the
words
parched
in
her
throat
.
