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Ma
opened
the
stove
and
put
a
kettle
inside
,
down
next
to
the
coals
,
and
she
measured
water
and
coffee
into
it
.
"
Have
to
give
it
to
’
im
in
a
can
,
"
she
said
.
"
We
got
the
cups
all
packed
.
"
Tom
and
his
father
went
back
outside
.
"
Fella
got
a
right
to
say
what
he
’
s
gonna
do
.
Say
,
who
’
s
eatin
’
spareribs
?
"
said
Grampa
.
"
We
’
ve
et
,
"
said
Tom
.
"
Ma
’
s
fixin
’
you
a
cup
a
coffee
an
’
some
pork
.
"
He
went
into
the
house
,
and
he
drank
his
coffee
and
ate
his
pork
.
The
group
outside
in
the
growing
dawn
watched
him
quietly
,
through
the
door
.
They
saw
him
yawn
and
sway
,
and
they
saw
him
put
his
arms
on
the
table
and
rest
his
head
on
his
arms
and
go
to
sleep
.
"
He
was
tar
’
d
anyways
,
"
said
Tom
.
"
Leave
him
be
.
"
Now
they
were
ready
.
Granma
,
giddy
and
vague
,
saying
,
"
What
’
s
all
this
?
What
you
doin
’
now
,
so
early
?
"
But
she
was
dressed
and
agreeable
.
And
Ruthie
and
Winfield
were
awake
,
but
quiet
with
the
pressure
of
tiredness
and
still
half
dreaming
.
The
light
was
sifting
rapidly
over
the
land
.
And
the
movement
of
the
family
stopped
.
They
stood
about
,
reluctant
to
make
the
first
active
move
to
go
.
They
were
afraid
,
now
that
the
time
had
come
—
afraid
in
the
same
way
Grampa
was
afraid
.
They
saw
the
shed
take
shape
against
the
light
,
and
they
saw
the
lanterns
pale
until
they
no
longer
cast
their
circles
of
yellow
light
.
The
stars
went
out
,
few
by
few
,
toward
the
west
.
And
still
the
family
stood
about
like
dream
walkers
,
their
eyes
focused
panoramically
,
seeing
no
detail
,
but
the
whole
dawn
,
the
whole
land
,
the
whole
texture
of
the
country
at
once
.
Only
Muley
Graves
prowled
about
restlessly
,
looking
through
the
bars
into
the
truck
,
thumping
the
spare
tires
hung
on
the
back
of
the
truck
.
And
at
last
Muley
approached
Tom
.
"
You
goin
’
over
the
State
line
?
"
he
asked
.
"
You
gonna
break
your
parole
?
"
And
Tom
shook
himself
free
of
the
numbness
.
"
Jesus
Christ
,
it
’
s
near
sunrise
,
"
he
said
loudly
.
"
We
got
to
get
goin
’
.
"
And
the
others
came
out
of
their
numbness
and
moved
toward
the
truck
.
"
Come
on
,
"
Tom
said
.
"
Le
’
s
get
Grampa
on
.
"
Pa
and
Uncle
John
and
Tom
and
Al
went
into
the
kitchen
where
Grampa
slept
,
his
forehead
down
on
his
arms
,
and
a
line
of
drying
coffee
on
the
table
.
They
took
him
under
the
elbows
and
lifted
him
to
his
feet
,
and
he
grumbled
and
cursed
thickly
,
like
a
drunken
man
.
Out
the
door
they
boosted
him
,
and
when
they
came
to
the
truck
Tom
and
Al
climbed
up
,
and
leaning
over
,
hooked
their
hands
under
his
arms
and
lifted
him
gently
up
,
and
laid
him
on
top
of
the
load
.
Al
untied
the
tarpaulin
,
and
they
rolled
him
under
and
put
a
box
under
the
tarp
beside
him
,
so
that
the
weight
of
the
heavy
canvas
would
not
be
upon
him
.
"
I
got
to
get
that
ridge
pole
fixed
,
"
Al
said
.
"
Do
her
tonight
when
we
stop
.
"
Grampa
grunted
and
fought
weakly
against
awakening
,
and
when
he
was
finally
settled
he
went
deeply
to
sleep
again
.
