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Connie
Rivers
lifted
the
high
tail
-
gate
out
of
the
truck
and
got
down
and
helped
Rose
of
Sharon
to
the
ground
;
and
she
accepted
it
nobly
,
smiling
her
wise
,
self
-
satisfied
smile
,
mouth
tipped
at
the
corners
a
little
fatuously
.
Tom
said
,
"
Why
,
it
Rosasharn
.
I
didn
’
t
know
you
was
comin
’
with
them
.
"
"
We
was
walkin
’
,
"
she
said
.
"
The
truck
come
by
an
’
picked
us
up
.
"
And
then
she
said
,
"
This
is
Connie
,
my
husband
.
"
And
she
was
grand
,
saying
it
.
The
two
shook
hands
,
sizing
each
other
up
,
looking
deeply
into
each
other
;
and
in
a
moment
each
was
satisfied
,
and
Tom
said
,
"
Well
,
I
see
you
been
busy
.
"
She
looked
down
.
"
You
do
not
see
,
not
yet
.
"
"
Pa
tol
’
me
.
When
’
s
it
gonna
be
?
"
"
Oh
,
not
for
a
long
time
!
Not
till
nex
’
winter
.
"
Tom
laughed
.
"
Gonna
get
’
im
bore
in
a
orange
ranch
,
huh
?
In
one
a
them
white
houses
with
orange
trees
all
aroun
’
.
"
Rose
of
Sharon
felt
her
stomach
with
both
her
hands
.
"
You
do
not
see
,
"
she
said
,
and
she
smiled
her
complacent
smile
and
went
into
the
house
.
The
evening
was
hot
,
and
the
thrust
of
light
still
flowed
up
from
the
western
horizon
.
And
without
any
signal
the
family
gathered
by
the
truck
,
and
the
congress
,
the
family
government
,
went
into
session
.
The
film
of
evening
light
made
the
red
earth
lucent
,
so
that
its
dimensions
were
deepened
,
so
that
a
stone
,
a
post
,
a
building
had
greater
depth
and
more
solidity
than
in
the
daytime
light
;
and
these
objects
were
curiously
more
individual
—
a
post
was
more
essentially
a
post
,
set
off
from
the
earth
it
stood
in
and
the
field
of
corn
it
stood
out
against
.
