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And
Rose
of
Sharon
brought
out
the
big
piece
of
tarpaulin
and
spread
it
on
the
ground
behind
the
truck
.
She
struggled
through
the
door
with
the
mattresses
,
three
double
ones
and
a
single
.
She
piled
them
on
the
tarpaulin
and
brought
arm
-
loads
of
folded
ragged
blankets
and
piled
them
up
.
Ma
and
Noah
worked
busily
at
the
carcasses
,
and
the
smell
of
roasting
pork
bones
came
from
the
stove
.
The
children
had
fallen
by
the
way
in
the
late
night
.
Winfield
lay
curled
up
in
the
dust
outside
the
door
;
and
Ruthie
,
sitting
on
a
box
in
the
kitchen
where
she
had
gone
to
watch
the
butchering
,
had
dropped
her
head
back
against
the
wall
.
She
breathed
easily
in
her
sleep
,
and
her
lips
were
parted
over
her
teeth
.
Tom
finished
with
the
tools
and
came
into
the
kitchen
with
his
lantern
,
and
the
preacher
followed
him
.
"
God
in
a
buckboard
,
"
Tom
said
,
"
smell
that
meat
!
An
’
listen
to
her
crackle
.
"
Ma
laid
the
bricks
of
meat
in
a
keg
and
poured
salt
around
and
over
them
and
covered
the
layer
with
salt
and
patted
it
down
.
She
looked
up
at
Tom
and
smiled
a
little
at
him
,
but
her
eyes
were
serious
and
tired
.
"
Be
nice
to
have
pork
bones
for
breakfas
’
,
"
she
said
.
The
preacher
stepped
beside
her
.
"
Leave
me
salt
down
this
meat
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
can
do
it
.
There
’
s
other
stuff
for
you
to
do
.
"
She
stopped
her
work
then
and
inspected
him
oddly
,
as
though
he
suggested
a
curious
thing
.
And
her
hands
were
crusted
with
salt
,
pink
with
fluid
from
the
fresh
pork
.
"
It
’
s
women
’
s
work
,
"
she
said
finally
.
"
It
’
s
all
work
,
"
the
preacher
replied
.
"
They
’
s
too
much
of
it
to
split
it
up
to
men
’
s
or
women
’
s
work
.
You
got
stuff
to
do
.
Leave
me
salt
the
meat
.
"
Still
for
a
moment
she
stared
at
him
,
and
then
she
poured
water
from
a
bucket
into
the
tin
wash
basin
and
she
washed
her
hands
.
The
preacher
took
up
the
blocks
of
pork
and
patted
on
the
salt
while
she
watched
him
.
And
he
laid
them
in
the
kegs
as
she
had
.
Only
when
he
had
finished
a
layer
and
covered
it
carefully
and
patted
down
the
salt
was
she
satisfied
.
She
dried
her
bleached
and
bloated
hands
.
