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«
Will
.
»
«
Benton
—
"
«
Benton
.
»
«
Amelia
—
"
«
Amelia
.
»
«
Claire
—
"
«
Claire
.
Who
’
s
next
?
Carpenter
?
How
many
?
»
«
Six
.
»
He
wrote
them
in
the
book
,
with
a
space
left
for
the
weights
.
«
Got
your
bags
?
I
got
a
few
.
Cost
you
a
dollar
.
»
And
the
cars
poured
into
the
yard
.
The
owner
pulled
his
sheep
-
lined
leather
jacket
up
around
his
throat
.
He
looked
at
the
driveway
apprehensively
.
«
This
twenty
isn
’
t
gonna
take
long
to
pick
with
all
these
people
,
"
he
said
.
Children
were
climbing
into
the
big
cotton
trailer
,
digging
their
toes
into
the
chicken
-
wire
sides
.
«
Git
off
there
,
"
the
owner
cried
.
«
Come
on
down
.
You
’
ll
tear
that
wire
loose
.
»
And
the
children
climbed
slowly
down
,
embarrassed
and
silent
.
The
gray
dawn
came
.
«
I
’
ll
have
to
take
a
tare
for
dew
,
"
the
owner
said
.
«
Change
it
when
the
sun
comes
out
.
All
right
,
go
out
when
you
want
.
Light
enough
to
see
.
»
