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"
It
wasn
’
t
no
preacher
’
s
prayer
.
"
"
It
was
a
good
prayer
.
I
want
you
should
say
one
for
me
.
"
"
I
don
’
know
what
to
say
.
"
She
closed
her
eyes
for
a
minute
and
then
opened
them
again
.
"
Then
say
one
to
yourself
.
Don
’
t
use
no
words
to
it
.
That
’
d
be
awright
.
"
"
I
got
no
God
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
got
a
God
.
Don
’
t
make
no
difference
if
you
don
’
know
what
he
looks
like
.
"
The
preacher
bowed
his
head
.
She
watched
him
apprehensively
.
And
when
he
raised
his
head
again
she
looked
relieved
.
"
That
’
s
good
,
"
she
said
.
"
That
’
s
what
I
needed
.
Somebody
close
enoughto
pray
.
"
He
shook
his
head
as
though
to
awaken
himself
.
"
I
don
’
understan
’
this
here
,
"
he
said
.
And
she
replied
,
"
Yes
—
you
know
,
don
’
t
you
?
"
"
I
know
,
"
he
said
,
"
I
know
,
but
I
don
’
t
understan
’
.
Maybe
you
’
ll
res
’
a
few
days
an
’
then
come
on
.
"
She
shook
her
head
slowly
from
side
to
side
.
"
I
’
m
jus
’
pain
covered
with
skin
.
I
know
what
it
is
,
but
I
won
’
t
tell
him
.
He
’
d
be
too
sad
.
He
wouldn
’
know
what
to
do
anyways
.
