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He
touched
his
breast
.
She
moved
toward
him
lithely
,
soundlessly
in
her
bare
feet
,
and
her
face
was
full
of
wonder
.
Her
small
hand
felt
his
arm
,
felt
the
soundness
of
his
muscles
.
And
then
her
fingers
went
up
to
his
cheek
as
a
blind
man
’
s
fingers
might
.
And
her
joy
was
nearly
like
sorrow
.
Tom
pulled
his
underlip
between
his
teeth
and
bit
it
.
Her
eyes
went
wonderingly
to
his
bitten
lip
,
and
she
saw
the
little
line
of
blood
against
his
teeth
and
the
trickle
of
blood
down
his
lip
.
Then
she
knew
,
and
her
control
came
back
,
and
her
hand
dropped
.
Her
breath
came
out
explosively
.
"
Well
!
"
she
cried
.
"
We
come
mighty
near
to
goin
’
without
ya
.
An
’
we
was
wonderin
’
how
in
the
worl
’
you
could
ever
find
us
.
"
She
picked
up
the
fork
and
combed
the
boiling
grease
and
brought
out
a
dark
curl
of
crisp
pork
.
And
she
set
the
pot
of
tumbling
coffee
on
the
back
of
the
stove
.
Old
Tom
giggled
,
"
Fooled
ya
,
huh
,
Ma
?
We
aimed
to
fool
ya
,
and
we
done
it
.
Jus
’
stood
there
like
a
hammered
sheep
.
Wisht
Grampa
’
d
been
here
to
see
.
Looked
like
somebody
’
d
beat
ya
between
the
eyes
with
a
sledge
.
Grampa
would
a
whacked
’
imself
so
hard
he
’
d
a
throwed
his
hip
out
—
like
he
done
when
he
seen
Al
take
a
shot
at
that
grea
’
big
airship
the
army
got
.
Tommy
,
it
come
over
one
day
,
half
a
mile
big
,
an
’
Al
gets
the
thirty
-
thirty
and
blazes
away
at
her
.
Grampa
yells
,
’
Don
’
t
shoot
no
fledglin
’
s
,
Al
;
wait
till
a
growed
-
up
one
goes
over
,
’
an
’
then
he
whacked
’
imself
an
’
throwed
his
hip
out
.
"
Ma
chuckled
and
took
down
a
heap
of
tin
plates
from
a
shelf
.
Tom
asked
,
"
Where
is
Grampa
?
I
ain
’
t
seen
the
ol
’
devil
.
"
Ma
stacked
the
plates
on
the
kitchen
table
and
piled
cups
beside
them
.
She
said
confidentially
,
"
Oh
,
him
an
’
Granma
sleeps
in
the
barn
.
They
got
to
get
up
so
much
in
the
night
.
They
was
stumblin
’
over
the
little
fellas
.
"
Pa
broke
in
,
"
Yeah
,
ever
’
night
Grampa
’
d
get
mad
.
Tumble
over
Winfield
,
an
’
Winfield
’
d
yell
,
an
’
Grampa
’
d
get
mad
an
’
wet
his
drawers
,
an
’
that
’
d
make
him
madder
,
an
’
purty
soon
ever
’
body
in
the
house
’
d
be
yellin
’
their
head
off
.
"
His
words
tumbled
out
between
chuckles
.
"
Oh
,
we
had
lively
times
.
One
night
when
ever
’
body
was
yellin
’
an
’
a
-
cussin
’
,
your
brother
Al
,
he
’
s
a
smart
aleck
now
,
he
says
,
’
Goddamn
it
,
Grampa
,
why
don
’
t
you
run
off
an
’
be
a
pirate
?
’
Well
,
that
made
Grampa
so
goddamn
mad
he
went
for
his
gun
.
Al
had
ta
sleep
out
in
the
fiel
’
that
night
.
But
now
Granma
an
’
Grampa
both
sleeps
in
the
barn
.
"
Ma
said
,
"
They
can
jus
’
get
up
an
’
step
outside
when
they
feel
like
it
.
Pa
,
run
on
out
an
’
tell
’
em
Tommy
’
s
home
.
Grampa
’
s
a
favorite
of
him
.
"
"
A
course
,
"
said
Pa
.
"
I
should
of
did
it
before
.
"
He
went
out
the
door
and
crossed
the
yard
,
swinging
his
hands
high
.
Tom
watched
him
go
,
and
then
his
mother
’
s
voice
called
his
attention
.
She
was
pouring
coffee
.
She
did
not
look
at
him
.
"
Tommy
,
"
she
said
hesitantly
,
timidly
.
"
Yeah
?
"
His
timidity
was
set
off
by
hers
,
a
curious
embarrassment
.
