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"
Something
special
to
eat
,
then
?
"
His
brow
creased
below
that
expanse
of
clean
brown
skull
.
Then
the
lines
smoothed
out
and
he
smiled
.
"
Meatloaf
'd
be
good
.
"
"
Meatloaf
it
is
.
With
gravy
and
mashed
.
"
I
felt
a
tingle
like
you
get
in
your
arm
when
you
've
slept
on
it
,
except
this
one
was
all
over
my
body
.
In
my
body
.
"
What
else
to
go
with
it
?
"
"
Dunno
,
boss
.
Whatever
you
got
,
I
guess
.
Okra
,
maybe
,
but
I
's
not
picky
.
"
"
All
right
,
"
I
said
,
and
thought
he
would
also
have
Mrs.
Janice
Edgecombe
's
peach
cobbler
for
dessert
.
"
Now
,
what
about
a
preacher
?
Someone
you
could
say
a
little
prayer
with
,
night
after
next
?
It
comforts
a
man
,
so
I
've
seen
that
many
times
.
I
could
get
in
touch
with
Reverend
Schuster
,
he
's
the
man
who
came
when
Del
--
"
"
Do
n't
want
no
preacher
,
"
John
said
.
"
You
been
good
to
me
,
boss
.
You
can
say
a
prayer
,
if
you
want
.
That
'd
be
all
right
.
I
could
get
kneebound
with
you
a
bit
,
I
guess
.
"
"
Me
!
John
,
I
could
n't
--
"
He
pressed
down
on
my
hands
a
little
,
and
that
feeling
got
stronger
.
"
You
could
,
"
he
said
.
"
Could
n't
you
,
boss
?
"
"
I
suppose
so
,
"
I
heard
myself
say
.
My
voice
seemed
to
have
developed
an
echo
.
"
I
suppose
I
could
,
if
it
came
to
that
.
"
The
feeling
was
strong
inside
me
by
then
,
and
it
was
like
before
,
when
he
'd
cured
my
waterworks
,
but
it
was
different
,
too
.
And
not
just
because
there
was
nothing
wrong
with
me
this
time
.
