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«
No
.
»
«
Well
,
you
sleep
.
I
seen
your
clothes
was
wet
.
I
’
ll
hang
’
em
by
the
stove
to
dry
.
»
She
finished
her
work
.
«
I
’
m
goin
’
now
.
I
’
ll
pick
.
Rosasharn
,
if
anybody
comes
,
Tom
’
s
sick
,
you
hear
?
Don
’
let
nobody
in
.
You
hear
?
»
Rose
of
Sharon
nodded
.
«
We
’
ll
come
back
at
noon
.
Get
some
sleep
,
Tom
.
Maybe
we
can
get
outa
here
tonight
.
»
She
moved
swiftly
to
him
.
«
Tom
,
you
ain
’
t
gonna
slip
out
?
»
«
No
,
Ma
.
»
«
You
sure
?
You
won
’
t
go
?
»
«
No
,
Ma
.
I
’
ll
be
here
.
»
«
Awright
.
’
Member
,
Rosasharn
.
»
She
went
out
and
closed
the
door
firmly
behind
her
.
Tom
lay
still
—
and
then
a
wave
of
sleep
lifted
him
to
the
edge
of
unconsciousness
and
dropped
him
slowly
back
and
lifted
him
again
.
«
You
—
Tom
!
»
«
Huh
?
Yeah
!
»
He
started
awake
.
He
looked
over
at
Rose
of
Sharon
.
Her
eyes
were
blazing
with
resentment
.
«
What
you
want
?
»
«
You
killed
a
fella
!
»
«
Yeah
.
Not
so
loud
!
You
wanta
rouse
somebody
?
»
