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«
Nothin
’
.
»
«
Come
on
,
what
you
nibblin
’
on
?
»
«
Jus
’
a
piece
of
slack
lime
.
Foun
’
a
big
hunk
.
»
«
Why
,
that
’
s
jus
’
like
eatin
’
dirt
.
»
«
I
kinda
feel
like
I
wan
’
it
.
»
Ma
was
silent
.
She
spread
her
knees
and
tightened
her
skirt
.
«
I
know
,
"
she
said
at
last
.
«
I
et
coal
oncet
when
I
was
in
a
fambly
way
.
Et
a
big
piece
a
coal
.
Granma
says
I
shouldn
’
.
Don
’
you
say
that
about
the
baby
.
You
got
no
right
even
to
think
it
.
»
«
Got
no
husban
’
!
Got
no
milk
!
»
Ma
said
,
«
If
you
was
a
well
girl
,
I
’
d
take
a
whang
at
you
.
Right
in
the
face
.
»
She
got
up
and
went
inside
the
tent
.
She
came
out
and
stood
in
front
of
Rose
of
Sharon
,
and
she
held
out
her
hand
.
«
Look
!
»
The
small
gold
earrings
were
in
her
hand
.
«
These
is
for
you
.
»
The
girl
’
s
eyes
brightened
for
a
moment
,
and
then
she
looked
aside
.
«
I
ain
’
t
pierced
.
»
«
Well
,
I
’
m
a
-
gonna
pierce
ya
.
»
Ma
hurried
back
into
the
tent
.
She
came
back
with
a
cardboard
box
.
Hurriedly
she
threaded
a
needle
,
doubled
the
thread
and
tied
a
series
of
knots
in
it
.
She
threaded
a
second
needle
and
knotted
the
thread
.
In
the
box
she
found
a
piece
of
cork
.
«
It
’
ll
hurt
.
It
’
ll
hurt
.
»
Ma
stepped
to
her
,
put
the
cork
in
back
of
the
ear
lobe
and
pushed
the
needle
through
the
ear
,
into
the
cork
.
The
girl
twitched
.
«
It
sticks
.
It
’
ll
hurt
.
»
