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"
What
did
your
father
say
when
he
came
home
and
saw
the
dog
?
"
Louis
asked
.
"
I
was
out
in
the
driveway
,
shooting
marbles
in
the
dirt
,
more
or
less
waitin
for
him
.
I
felt
like
I
always
felt
when
I
'd
done
something
wrong
and
knew
I
was
probably
gon
na
get
a
spankin
.
He
come
in
through
the
gateposts
about
eight
o'clock
,
wearin
his
bib
overalls
and
his
pillow-tick
cap
...
you
ever
see
one
of
those
?
"
Louis
nodded
,
then
stifled
a
yawn
with
the
back
of
his
hand
.
"
Yeah
,
getting
late
,
"
Jud
said
.
"
Got
to
finish
this
up
.
"
"
It
's
not
that
late
,
"
Louis
said
.
"
I
'm
just
a
few
beers
ahead
of
my
usual
pace
.
Go
on
,
Jud
.
Take
your
time
.
I
want
to
hear
this
.
"
"
My
dad
had
an
old
lard
tin
he
kept
his
dinner
in
,
"
Jud
said
,
"
and
he
come
in
through
the
gate
swingin
it
,
empty
,
by
the
handle
,
you
know
.
Whistlin
somethin
.
It
was
gettin
dark
,
but
he
seen
me
there
in
the
gloom
and
he
says
,
"
Hi
there
,
Judkins
!
"
like
he
would
do
,
and
then
,
"
Where
's
your
--
"
"
He
got
that
far
,
and
then
here
comes
Spot
out
of
the
dark
,
not
runnin
like
he
usually
did
,
ready
to
jump
all
over
him
he
was
so
glad
to
see
him
,
but
just
walkin
,
waggin
his
tail
,
and
my
dad
dropped
that
lard
bucket
and
stepped
back
.
I
do
n't
know
b
'
what
he
would
have
turned
tail
and
run
except
his
back
hit
the
picket
fence
and
then
he
just
stood
there
,
looking
at
the
dog
.
And
when
Spot
did
jump
up
,
Dad
just
caught
his
paws
and
held
them
,
like
you
might
hold
a
lady
's
hands
you
was
getting
ready
to
dance
with
.
He
looked
at
the
dog
for
a
long
time
and
then
he
looked
at
me
,
and
he
said
,
"
He
needs
a
bath
,
Jud
.
He
stinks
of
the
ground
you
buried
him
in
.
"
And
then
he
went
in
the
house
.
"
"
What
did
you
do
?
"
Louis
asked
.
"
Gave
him
another
bath
.
He
just
sat
there
in
the
tub
and
took
it
again
.
And
when
I
went
in
the
house
,
my
mother
had
gone
to
bed
,
even
though
it
was
n't
even
nine
o'clock
.
My
dad
said
,
"
We
got
to
talk
,
Judkins
.
"
And
I
set
down
across
from
him
,
and
he
talked
to
me
like
a
man
for
the
first
time
in
my
life
with
the
smell
of
the
honeysuckle
coming
across
the
road
from
what
's
your
house
now
and
the
smell
of
the
wild
roses
from
our
own
house
.
"
Jud
Crandall
sighed
.
"
I
had
always
thought
it
would
be
good
to
have
him
talk
to
me
that
way
,
but
it
was
n't
.
It
was
n't
a
bit
good
.
All
this
tonight
,
Louis
--
it
's
like
when
you
look
into
a
mirror
that
's
been
set
up
right
across
from
another
mirror
,
and
you
can
see
yourself
going
down
a
whole
hall
of
mirrors
.
How
many
times
has
this
story
been
passed
along
,
I
wonder
?
A
story
that
's
just
the
same
,
except
for
the
names
?
And
that
's
like
the
sex
thing
too
,
is
n't
it
?
"
