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"
She
'll
be
all
right
,
perfectly
normal
,
talking
about
her
flower-garden
or
a
dress
she
saw
in
the
catalogue
,
or
maybe
about
how
she
heard
Roosevelt
on
the
radio
and
how
wonderful
he
sounds
,
and
then
,
all
at
once
,
she
'll
start
to
say
the
most
awful
things
,
the
most
awful
...
words
.
She
does
n't
raise
her
voice
.
It
would
almost
be
better
if
she
did
,
I
think
,
because
then
...
you
see
,
then
...
"
"
She
would
n't
sound
so
much
like
herself
.
"
"
That
's
it
,
"
he
said
gratefully
.
"
But
to
hear
her
saying
those
awful
gutter-language
things
in
her
sweet
voice
...
pardon
me
,
Paul
.
"
His
voice
trailed
away
and
I
heard
him
noisily
clearing
his
throat
.
Then
he
came
back
,
sounding
a
little
stronger
but
just
as
distressed
.
"
She
wants
to
have
Pastor
Donaldson
over
,
and
I
know
he
's
a
comfort
to
her
,
but
how
can
I
ask
him
?
Suppose
that
he
's
sitting
there
,
reading
Scripture
with
her
,
and
she
calls
him
a
foul
name
?
She
could
;
she
called
me
one
last
night
.
She
said
,
"
Hand
me
that
Liberty
magazine
,
you
cocksucker
,
would
you
?
"
Paul
,
where
could
she
have
ever
heard
such
language
?
How
could
she
know
those
words
?
"
"
I
do
n't
know
.
Hal
,
are
you
going
to
be
home
this
evening
?
"
When
he
was
well
and
in
charge
of
himself
,
not
distracted
by
worry
or
grief
,
Hal
Moores
had
a
cutting
and
sarcastic
facet
to
his
personality
;
his
subordinates
feared
that
side
of
him
even
more
than
his
anger
or
his
contempt
,
I
think
.
His
sarcasm
,
usually
impatient
and
often
harsh
,
could
sting
like
acid
.
A
little
of
that
now
splashed
on
me
.
It
was
unexpected
,
but
on
the
whole
I
was
glad
to
hear
it
.
All
the
fight
had
n't
gone
out
of
him
after
all
,
it
seemed
.
"
No
,
"
he
said
,
"
I
'm
taking
Melinda
out
square-dancing
.
We
're
going
to
do-si-do
,
allemand
left
,
and
then
tell
the
fiddler
he
's
a
rooster-dick
motherfucker
.
"
I
clapped
my
hand
over
my
mouth
to
keep
from
laughing
.
Mercifully
,
it
was
an
urge
that
passed
in
a
hurry
.
"
I
'm
sorry
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
have
n't
been
getting
much
sleep
lately
.
It
's
made
me
grouchy
.
Of
course
we
're
going
to
be
home
.
Why
do
you
ask
?
"
"
It
does
n't
matter
,
I
guess
,
"
I
said
.
