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Margie
ignored
his
tone
.
"
Don
’
t
you
ever
work
late
—
accounts
first
of
the
month
,
that
stuff
?
"
"
Sure
.
I
take
the
work
home
.
"
She
raised
her
arms
over
her
head
and
her
fingers
moused
in
her
hair
.
"
Why
?
"
she
asked
.
"
Cat
’
s
why
to
make
kittens
’
britches
.
"
"
See
what
you
could
teach
me
if
you
would
?
"
Ethan
said
,
"
‘
And
after
that
they
had
mocked
Him
,
they
took
the
robe
off
from
Him
and
put
His
own
raiment
on
Him
and
led
Him
away
to
crucify
Him
.
And
as
they
came
out
they
found
a
man
of
Cyrene
,
Simon
by
name
.
Him
they
compelled
to
bear
His
cross
.
And
when
they
were
come
unto
a
place
called
Golgotha
—
that
is
to
say
,
a
place
of
a
skull
—
’
"
"
Oh
,
for
God
’
s
sake
!
"
"
Yes
—
yes
—
that
is
correct
.
.
.
.
"
"
Do
you
know
what
a
son
of
a
bitch
you
are
?
"
