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I
told
her
about
the
fluff
.
She
rolled
her
eyes
and
ducked
her
mouth
to
laugh
in
her
fist
when
I
told
her
how
it
was
like
looking
at
her
face
out
on
a
misty
morning
duck-hunting
.
And
she
said
,
"
Now
what
in
the
everlovin
'
world
would
you
want
with
me
out
alone
in
a
duck
blind
?
"
I
told
her
she
could
take
care
of
my
gun
,
and
the
girls
all
over
the
mill
went
to
giggling
in
their
fists
.
I
laughed
a
little
myself
,
seeing
how
clever
I
'd
been
.
We
were
still
talking
and
laughing
when
she
grabbed
both
my
wrists
and
dug
in
.
The
features
of
her
face
snapped
into
brilliant
focus
;
I
saw
she
was
terrified
of
something
.
"
Do
,
"
she
said
to
me
in
a
whisper
,
"
do
take
me
,
big
boy
.
Outa
this
here
mill
,
outa
this
town
,
outa
this
life
.
Take
me
to
some
ol'
duck
blind
someplace
.
Someplace
else
.
Huh
,
big
boy
,
huh
?
"
Her
dark
,
pretty
face
glittered
there
in
front
of
me
.
I
stood
with
my
mouth
open
,
trying
to
think
of
some
way
to
answer
her
.
We
were
locked
together
this
way
for
maybe
a
couple
of
seconds
;
then
the
sound
of
the
mill
jumped
a
hitch
,
and
something
commenced
to
draw
her
back
away
from
me
.
A
string
somewhere
I
did
n't
see
hooked
on
that
flowered
red
skirt
and
was
tugging
her
back
.
Her
fingernails
peeled
down
my
hands
and
as
soon
as
she
broke
contact
with
me
her
face
switched
out
of
focus
again
,
became
soft
and
runny
like
melting
chocolate
behind
that
blowing
fog
of
cotton
.
She
laughed
and
spun
around
and
gave
me
a
look
of
her
yellow
leg
when
the
skirt
billowed
out
.
She
threw
me
a
wink
over
her
shoulder
as
she
ran
back
to
her
machine
where
a
pile
of
fiber
was
spilling
off
the
table
to
the
floor
;
she
grabbed
it
up
and
ran
feather-footed
down
the
aisle
of
machines
to
dump
the
fiber
in
a
hopper
;
then
she
was
out
of
sight
around
the
corner
.
All
those
spindles
reeling
and
wheeling
and
shuttles
jumping
around
and
bobbins
wringing
the
air
with
string
,
whitewashed
walls
and
steel-gray
machines
and
girls
in
flowered
skirts
skipping
back
and
forth
,
and
the
whole
thing
webbed
with
flowing
white
lines
stringing
the
factory
together
--
it
all
stuck
with
me
and
every
once
in
a
while
something
on
the
ward
calls
it
to
mind
.
Yes
.
This
is
what
I
know
.
The
ward
is
a
factory
for
the
Combine
.
It
's
for
fixing
up
mistakes
made
in
the
neighborhoods
and
in
the
schools
and
in
the
churches
,
the
hospital
is
.
When
a
completed
product
goes
back
out
into
society
,
all
fixed
up
good
as
new
,
better
than
new
sometimes
,
it
brings
joy
to
the
Big
Nurse
's
heart
;
something
that
came
in
all
twisted
different
is
now
a
functioning
,
adjusted
component
,
a
credit
to
the
whole
outfit
and
a
marvel
to
behold
.
Watch
him
sliding
across
the
land
with
a
welded
grin
,
fitting
into
some
nice
little
neighborhood
where
they
're
just
now
digging
trenches
along
the
street
to
lay
pipes
for
city
water
.
He
's
happy
with
it
.
He
's
adjusted
to
surroundings
finally
...
.
"
Why
,
I
've
never
seen
anything
to
beat
the
change
in
Maxwell
Taber
since
he
's
got
back
from
that
hospital
;
a
little
black
and
blue
around
the
eyes
,
a
little
weight
lost
,
and
,
you
know
what
?
he
's
a
new
man
.
Gad
,
modern
American
science
...
"
And
the
light
is
on
in
his
basement
window
way
past
midnight
every
night
as
the
Delayed
Reaction
Elements
the
technicians
installed
lend
nimble
skills
to
his
fingers
as
he
bends
over
the
doped
figure
of
his
wife
,
his
two
little
girls
just
four
and
six
,
the
neighbor
he
goes
bowling
with
Mondays
;
he
adjusts
them
like
he
was
adjusted
.
This
is
the
way
they
spread
it
.
When
he
finally
runs
down
after
a
pre-set
number
of
years
,
the
town
loves
him
dearly
and
the
paper
prints
his
picture
helping
the
Boy
Scouts
last
year
on
Graveyard
Cleaning
Day
,
and
his
wife
gets
a
letter
from
the
principal
of
the
high
school
how
Maxwell
Wilson
Taber
was
an
inspirational
figure
to
the
youth
of
our
fine
community
.
Even
the
embalmers
,
usually
a
pair
of
penny-pinching
tightwads
,
are
swayed
.
"
Yeah
,
look
at
him
there
:
old
Max
Taber
,
he
was
a
good
sort
.
What
do
you
say
we
use
that
expensive
thirty-weight
at
no
extra
charge
to
his
wife
.
No
,
what
the
dickens
,
let
's
make
it
on
the
house
.
"
A
successful
Dismissal
like
this
is
a
product
brings
joy
to
the
Big
Nurse
's
heart
and
speaks
good
of
her
craft
and
the
whole
industry
in
general
.
Everybody
's
happy
with
a
Dismissal
.
