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"
He
could
have
made
me
not
want
it
,
"
he
said
through
the
tears
.
"
He
could
have
done
that
if
he
could
have
made
me
be
alive
.
I
ain
’
t
complaining
.
.
.
I
don
’
t
want
to
complain
.
.
.
"
He
stared
around
hauntedly
and
whispered
,
"
He
might
strike
me
dead
if
I
did
.
"
"
Maybe
it
’
s
a
joke
.
He
seemed
to
have
quite
a
sense
of
humor
.
"
Nort
took
his
poke
from
where
it
dangled
inside
his
shirt
and
brought
out
a
handful
of
grass
.
Unthinkingly
she
knocked
it
away
and
then
drew
her
hand
back
,
horrified
"
I
can
’
t
help
it
,
Allie
,
I
can
’
t
-
"
and
he
made
a
crippled
dive
for
the
poke
.
She
could
have
stopped
him
,
but
she
made
no
effort
.
She
went
back
to
lighting
the
lamps
,
tired
although
the
evening
had
barely
begun
.
But
nobody
came
in
that
night
except
old
man
Kennerly
,
who
had
missed
everything
.
He
did
not
seem
particularly
surprised
to
see
Nort
.
He
ordered
beer
,
asked
where
Sheb
was
,
and
pawed
her
.
The
next
day
things
were
almost
normal
,
although
none
of
the
children
followed
Nort
.
The
day
after
that
,
the
catcalls
resumed
.
Life
had
gotten
back
on
its
own
sweet
keel
.
The
uprooted
corn
was
gathered
together
by
the
children
,
and
a
week
after
Nort
’
s
resurrection
,
they
burned
it
in
the
middle
of
the
street
.
The
fire
was
momentarily
bright
and
most
of
the
barflies
stepped
or
staggered
out
to
watch
.
They
looked
primitive
.
Their
faces
seemed
to
float
between
the
flames
and
the
ice
-
chip
brilliance
of
the
sky
.
Allie
watched
them
and
felt
a
pang
of
fleeting
despair
for
the
sad
times
of
the
world
.
Things
had
stretched
apart
There
was
no
glue
at
the
center
of
things
anymore
.
She
had
never
seen
the
ocean
,
never
would
.
"
If
I
had
grits
,
"
she
murmured
,
"
If
I
had
guts
,
guts
,
guts
.
.
.
"
Nort
raised
his
head
at
the
sound
of
her
voice
and
smiled
emptily
at
her
from
hell
.
She
had
no
guts
.
Only
a
bar
and
a
scar
.
The
fire
burned
down
rapidly
and
her
customers
came
back
in
.
She
began
to
dose
herself
with
the
Star
Whiskey
,
and
by
midnight
she
was
blackly
drunk
.
She
ceased
her
narrative
,
and
when
he
made
no
immediate
comment
,
she
thought
at
first
that
the
story
had
put
him
to
sleep
.
She
had
begun
to
drowse
herself
when
he
asked
:
"
That
’
s
all
?
"
"
Yes
.
That
’
s
all
.
It
’
s
very
late
.
"
