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"
But
she
’
s
like
a
family
member
,
"
Mrs
.
Teece
moaned
.
"
Don
’
t
shout
!
I
won
’
t
have
you
blubberin
’
in
public
this
way
about
no
goddamn
—
"
His
wife
’
s
small
sob
stopped
him
.
She
dabbed
at
her
eyes
.
"
I
kept
telling
her
,
«
Lucinda
,
»
I
said
,
«
you
stay
on
and
I
raise
your
pay
,
and
you
get
two
nights
off
a
week
,
if
you
want
,
»
but
she
just
looked
set
!
I
never
seen
her
so
set
,
and
I
said
,
«
Don
’
t
you
love
me
,
Lucinda
?
»
and
she
said
yes
,
but
she
had
to
go
because
that
’
s
the
way
it
was
,
is
all
.
She
cleaned
the
house
and
dusted
it
and
put
luncheon
on
the
table
and
then
she
went
to
the
parlor
door
and
—
and
stood
there
with
two
bundles
,
one
by
each
foot
,
and
shook
my
hand
and
said
,
«
Good
-
by
,
Mrs
.
Teece
.
»
And
she
went
out
the
door
.
And
there
was
her
luncheon
on
the
table
,
and
all
of
us
too
upset
to
even
eat
it
.
It
’
s
still
there
now
,
I
know
;
last
time
I
looked
it
was
getting
cold
.
"
Teece
almost
struck
her
.
"
God
damn
it
,
Mrs
.
Teece
,
you
get
the
hell
home
.
Standin
’
there
makin
’
a
sight
of
yourself
!
"
"
But
,
Pa
…
"
He
strode
away
into
the
hot
dimness
of
the
store
.
He
came
back
out
a
few
seconds
later
with
a
silver
pistol
in
his
hand
.
His
wife
was
gone
.
The
river
flowed
black
between
the
buildings
,
with
a
rustle
and
a
creak
and
a
constant
whispering
shuffle
.
It
was
a
very
quiet
thing
,
with
a
great
certainty
to
it
;
no
laughter
,
no
wildness
,
just
a
steady
,
decided
,
and
ceaseless
flow
.
Teece
sat
on
the
edge
of
his
hardwood
chair
.
"
If
one
of
’
em
so
much
as
laughs
,
by
Christ
,
I
’
ll
kill
’
em
.
"
