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"
Wipe
your
feet
,
Will
—
you
dirty
pig
!
"
Granma
cried
.
Ma
said
,
"
I
dunno
.
Maybe
if
we
can
get
her
where
it
ain
’
t
so
hot
,
but
I
dunno
.
Don
’
t
worry
yourself
,
Rosasharn
.
Take
your
breath
in
when
you
need
it
,
an
’
let
go
when
you
need
to
.
"
A
large
woman
in
a
torn
black
dress
looked
into
the
tent
.
Her
eyes
were
bleared
and
indefinite
,
and
the
skin
sagged
to
her
jowls
and
hung
down
in
little
flaps
.
Her
lips
were
loose
,
so
that
the
upper
lip
hung
like
a
curtain
over
her
teeth
,
and
her
lower
lip
,
by
its
weight
,
folded
outward
,
showing
her
lower
gums
.
"
Mornin
’
,
ma
’
am
,
"
she
said
.
"
Mornin
’
,
an
’
praise
God
for
victory
.
"
Ma
looked
around
.
"
Mornin
’
,
"
she
said
.
The
woman
stooped
into
the
tent
and
bent
her
head
over
Granma
.
"
We
heerd
you
got
a
soul
here
ready
to
join
her
Jesus
.
Praise
God
!
"
Ma
’
s
face
tightened
and
her
eyes
grew
sharp
.
"
She
’
s
tar
’
d
,
that
’
s
all
,
"
Ma
said
.
"
She
’
s
wore
out
with
the
road
an
’
the
heat
.
She
’
s
jus
’
wore
out
.
Get
a
little
res
’
,
an
’
she
’
ll
be
well
.
"
The
woman
leaned
down
over
Granma
’
s
face
,
and
she
seemed
almost
to
sniff
.
Then
she
turned
to
Ma
and
nodded
quickly
,
and
her
lips
jiggled
and
her
jowls
quivered
.
"
A
dear
soul
gonna
join
her
Jesus
,
"
she
said
.
Ma
cried
,
"
That
ain
’
t
so
!
"
The
woman
nodded
,
slowly
,
this
time
,
and
put
a
puffy
hand
on
Granma
’
s
forehead
.
Ma
reached
to
snatch
the
hand
away
,
and
quickly
restrained
herself
.
"
Yes
,
it
’
s
so
,
sister
,
"
the
woman
said
.
"
We
got
six
in
Holiness
in
our
tent
.
I
’
ll
go
git
’
em
,
an
’
we
’
ll
hol
’
a
meetin
’
—
a
prayer
an
’
grace
.
Jehovites
,
all
.
Six
,
countin
’
me
.
I
’
ll
go
git
’
em
out
.
"
Ma
stiffened
.
"
No
—
no
,
"
she
said
.
"
No
,
Granma
’
s
tar
’
d
.
She
couldn
’
t
stan
’
a
meetin
’
.
"
