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Grandpa
squinted
.
"
Straight
on
ahead
,
I
figure
.
"
They
went
on
.
Under
the
summer
trees
their
car
made
a
lonely
sound
.
The
road
was
empty
,
and
as
they
drove
along
they
began
to
notice
something
.
Teece
slowed
the
car
and
bent
out
,
his
yellow
eyes
fierce
.
"
God
damn
it
,
Grandpa
,
you
see
what
them
bastards
did
?
"
"
What
?
"
asked
Grandpa
,
and
looked
.
Where
they
had
been
carefully
set
down
and
left
,
in
neat
bundles
every
few
feet
along
the
empty
country
road
,
were
old
roller
skates
,
a
bandanna
full
of
knicknacks
,
some
old
shoes
,
a
cartwheel
,
stacks
of
pants
and
coats
and
ancient
hats
,
bits
of
oriental
crystal
that
had
once
tinkled
in
the
wind
,
tin
cans
of
pink
geraniums
,
dishes
of
waxed
fruit
,
cartons
of
Confederate
money
,
washtubs
,
scrubboards
,
wash
lines
,
soap
,
somebody
’
s
tricycle
,
someone
else
’
s
hedge
shears
,
a
toy
wagon
,
a
jack
-
in
-
the
-
box
,
a
stained
-
glass
window
from
the
Negro
Baptist
Church
,
a
whole
set
of
brake
rims
,
inner
tubes
,
mattresses
,
couches
,
rocking
chairs
,
jars
of
cold
cream
,
hand
mirrors
.
None
of
it
flung
down
,
no
,
but
deposited
gently
and
with
feeling
,
with
decorum
,
upon
the
dusty
edges
of
the
road
,
as
if
a
whole
city
had
walked
here
with
hands
full
,
at
which
time
a
great
bronze
trumpet
had
sounded
,
the
articles
had
been
relinquished
to
the
quiet
dust
,
and
one
and
all
,
the
inhabitants
of
the
earth
had
fled
straight
up
into
the
blue
heavens
.
"
Wouldn
’
t
burn
them
,
they
said
,
"
cried
Teece
angrily
.
"
No
,
wouldn
’
t
burn
them
like
I
said
,
but
had
to
take
them
along
and
leave
them
where
they
could
see
them
for
the
last
time
,
on
the
road
,
all
together
and
whole
.
Them
niggers
think
they
’
re
smart
.
"
He
veered
the
car
wildly
,
mile
after
mile
,
down
the
road
,
tumbling
,
smashing
,
breaking
,
scattering
bundles
of
paper
,
jewel
boxes
,
mirrors
,
chairs
.
"
There
,
by
damn
,
and
there
!
"
The
front
tire
gave
a
whistling
cry
.
The
car
spilled
crazily
off
the
road
into
a
ditch
,
flinging
Teece
against
the
glass
"
Son
of
a
bitch
!
"
He
dusted
himself
off
and
stood
out
of
the
car
,
almost
crying
with
rage
.
He
looked
at
the
silent
,
empty
road
.
"
We
’
ll
never
catch
them
now
,
never
,
never
.
"
As
far
as
he
could
see
there
was
nothing
but
bundles
and
stacks
and
more
bundles
neatly
placed
like
little
abandoned
shrines
in
the
late
day
,
in
the
warm
-
blowing
wind
.
