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"
Ice
—
all
the
ice
you
want
.
Gonna
have
a
ice
box
.
Keep
it
full
.
Stuff
don
’
t
spoil
if
you
got
ice
.
"
"
Connie
’
s
thinkin
’
all
a
time
,
"
Ma
chuckled
.
"
Better
get
some
rest
now
.
"
Rose
of
Sharon
closed
her
eyes
.
Ma
turned
over
on
her
back
and
crossed
her
hands
under
her
head
.
She
listened
to
Granma
’
s
breathing
and
to
the
girl
’
s
breathing
.
She
moved
a
hand
to
start
a
fly
from
her
forehead
.
The
camp
was
quiet
in
the
blinding
heat
,
but
the
noises
of
hot
grass
—
of
crickets
,
the
hum
of
flies
—
were
a
tone
that
was
close
to
silence
.
Ma
sighed
deeply
and
then
yawned
and
closed
her
eyes
.
In
her
half
-
sleep
she
heard
footsteps
approaching
,
but
it
was
a
man
’
s
voice
that
started
her
awake
.
"
Who
’
s
in
here
?
"
Ma
sat
up
quickly
.
A
brown
-
faced
man
bent
over
and
looked
in
.
He
wore
boots
and
khaki
pants
and
a
khaki
shirt
with
epaulets
.
On
a
Sam
Browne
belt
a
pistol
holster
hung
,
and
a
big
silver
star
was
pinned
to
his
shirt
at
the
left
breast
.
A
loose
-
crowned
military
cap
was
on
the
back
of
his
head
.
He
beat
on
the
tarpaulin
with
his
hand
,
and
the
tight
canvas
vibrated
like
a
drum
.
"
Who
’
s
in
here
?
"
he
demanded
again
.
Ma
asked
,
"
What
is
it
you
want
,
mister
?
"
"
What
you
think
I
want
?
I
want
to
know
who
’
s
in
here
.
"
"
Why
,
they
’
s
jus
’
us
three
in
here
.
Me
an
’
Granma
an
’
my
girl
.
"
