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«
How
—
is
she
?
»
Pa
asked
.
Ma
did
not
look
up
at
him
again
.
«
Awright
,
I
think
.
Sleepin
’
.
»
The
air
was
fetid
and
close
with
the
smell
of
the
birth
.
Uncle
John
clambered
in
and
held
himself
upright
against
the
side
of
the
car
.
Mrs
.
Wainwright
left
her
work
and
came
to
Pa
.
She
pulled
him
by
the
elbow
toward
the
corner
of
the
car
.
She
picked
up
a
lantern
and
held
it
over
an
apple
box
in
the
corner
.
On
a
newspaper
lay
a
blue
shriveled
little
mummy
.
«
Never
breathed
,
"
said
Mrs
.
Wainwright
softly
.
«
Never
was
alive
.
»
Uncle
John
turned
and
shuffled
tiredly
down
the
car
to
the
dark
end
.
The
rain
whished
softly
on
the
roof
now
,
so
softly
that
they
could
hear
Uncle
John
’
s
tired
sniffling
from
the
dark
.
Pa
looked
up
at
Mrs
.
Wainwright
.
He
took
the
lantern
from
her
hand
and
put
it
on
the
floor
.
Ruthie
and
Winfield
were
asleep
on
their
own
mattress
,
their
arms
over
their
eyes
to
cut
out
the
light
.
Pa
walked
slowly
to
Rose
of
Sharon
’
s
mattress
.
He
tried
to
squat
down
,
but
his
legs
were
too
tired
.
He
knelt
instead
.
Ma
fanned
her
square
of
cardboard
back
and
forth
.
She
looked
at
Pa
for
a
moment
,
and
her
eyes
were
wide
and
staring
,
like
a
sleepwalker
’
s
eyes
.
Pa
said
,
«
We
—
done
—
what
we
could
.
»
«
I
know
.
»
