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The
smell
of
the
weed
was
on
him
,
but
not
as
heavily
as
she
might
have
expected
.
He
looked
up
at
her
and
smiled
tentatively
.
"
Hello
,
Allie
.
"
"
Hello
,
Nort
.
"
She
put
the
stove
wood
down
and
began
lighting
the
lamps
,
not
turning
her
back
to
him
.
"
I
been
touched
by
God
,
"
he
said
presently
.
"
I
ain
’
t
going
to
die
no
more
.
He
said
so
.
It
was
a
promise
.
"
"
How
nice
for
you
,
Nort
.
"
The
spill
she
was
holding
dropped
through
her
trembling
fingers
and
she
picked
it
up
.
"
I
’
d
like
to
stop
chewing
the
grass
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
don
’
t
enjoy
it
no
more
.
It
don
’
t
seem
right
for
a
man
touched
by
God
to
be
chewing
the
weed
.
"
"
Then
why
don
’
t
you
stop
?
"
Her
exasperation
startled
her
into
looking
at
him
as
a
man
again
,
rather
than
an
infernal
miracle
.
What
she
saw
was
a
rather
sad
-
looking
specimen
only
half
-
stoned
,
looking
hangdog
and
ashamed
.
She
could
not
be
frightened
by
him
anymore
.
"
I
shake
,
"
he
said
.
"
And
I
want
it
.
I
can
’
t
stop
.
Allie
,
you
was
always
so
good
to
me
-
"
he
began
to
weep
.
"
I
can
’
t
even
stop
peeing
myself
.
"
She
walked
to
the
table
and
hesitated
there
,
uncertain
.
