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«
He
tried
to
grab
my
fl
’
ar
.
»
Winfield
sobbed
,
«
I
—
on
’
y
wanted
one
—
to
—
stick
on
my
nose
.
»
«
Give
him
one
,
Ruthie
.
»
«
Leave
him
find
his
own
.
This
here
’
s
mine
.
»
«
Ruthie
!
You
give
him
one
.
»
Ruthie
heard
the
threat
in
Ma
’
s
tone
,
and
changed
her
tactics
.
«
Here
,
"
she
said
with
elaborate
kindness
.
«
I
’
ll
stick
on
one
for
you
.
»
The
older
people
walked
on
.
Winfield
held
his
nose
near
to
her
.
She
wet
a
petal
with
her
tongue
and
jabbed
it
cruelly
on
his
nose
.
«
You
little
son
-
of
-
a
-
bitch
,
"
she
said
softly
.
Winfield
felt
for
the
petal
with
his
fingers
,
and
pressed
it
down
on
his
nose
.
They
walked
quickly
after
the
others
.
Ruthie
felt
how
the
fun
was
gone
.
«
Here
,
"
she
said
.
«
Here
’
s
some
more
.
Stick
some
on
your
forehead
.
»
From
the
right
of
the
road
there
came
a
sharp
swishing
.
Ma
cried
,
«
Hurry
up
.
They
’
s
a
big
rain
.
Le
’
s
go
through
the
fence
here
.
It
’
s
shorter
.
Come
on
,
now
!
Bear
on
,
Rosasharn
.
»
They
half
dragged
the
girl
across
the
ditch
,
helped
her
through
the
fence
.
And
then
the
storm
struck
them
.
Sheets
of
rain
fell
on
them
.
They
plowed
through
the
mud
and
up
the
little
incline
.
The
black
barn
was
nearly
obscured
by
the
rain
.
It
hissed
and
splashed
,
and
the
growing
wind
drove
it
along
.
Rose
of
Sharon
’
s
feet
slipped
and
she
dragged
between
her
supporters
.
«
Pa
!
Can
you
carry
her
?
»
