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"
It
’
s
not
you
I
worry
about
,
"
said
Douglas
.
"
It
’
s
the
way
God
runs
the
world
.
"
Tom
thought
about
this
for
a
moment
.
"
He
’
s
all
right
,
Doug
,
"
said
Tom
.
"
He
tries
.
"
She
came
out
of
the
the
bathroom
putting
iodine
on
her
finger
where
she
had
almost
lopped
it
off
cutting
herself
a
chunk
of
cocoanut
cake
.
Just
then
the
mailman
came
up
the
porch
steps
,
opened
the
door
,
and
walked
in
.
The
door
slammed
.
Elmira
Brown
jumped
a
foot
.
"
Sam
!
"
she
cried
.
She
waved
her
iodined
finger
on
the
air
to
cool
it
.
"
I
’
m
still
not
used
to
my
husband
being
a
postman
.
Every
time
you
just
walk
in
,
it
scares
the
life
out
of
me
!
"
Sam
Brown
stood
there
with
the
mail
pouch
half
empty
,
scratching
his
head
.
He
looked
back
out
the
door
as
if
a
fog
had
suddenly
rolled
in
on
a
calm
sweet
summer
morn
.
"
Sam
,
you
’
re
home
early
,
"
she
said
.
"
Can
’
t
stay
,
"
he
said
in
a
puzzled
voice
.
"
Spit
it
out
,
what
’
s
wrong
?
"
She
came
over
and
looked
into
his
face
.
"
Maybe
nothing
,
maybe
lots
.
I
just
delivered
some
mail
to
Clara
Goodwater
up
the
street
.
.
.
"
