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Chapter 11
Thegirlseemedtocowerdownonhermattress,whileLondon’sdark-haired,palesonsatbesideherandstrokedherhair.Londonmotionedtotheboxwithhisthumb."Whatthehell’mIgoin’todowithit?"heasked."It’sscaredthisheregirlhalftodeath.Ican’tkeepitinhere."
"Joy?"Macasked.
"Yeah.Theyjustbranghim."
Macpulledhislipandstudiedthecoffin."Wecouldputitoutside,Iguess.Orwecanletyourkidssleepinthehospitaltenttonightandleaveithere,thatis,unlessitscaresyou,London."
"Itdon’tmeannothingtome,"Londonprotested."It’sjustanotherstiff.Iseenplentyinmytime."
"Well,let’sleaveithere,then.Jiman’me’llstayherewithit.Theguywasafriendofours."Behindhimthedoctorchuckledsoftly.Macreddenedandswungaround."S’poseyoudowin,Doc?Whatofit?Iknewthelittleguy."
"Ididn’tsayanything,"Burtonsaid.
Londonspokesoftlytothegirl,andtothedarkboy,andinamomenttheywentoutofthetent,sheholdingtheshoulderblankettightaboutherselfandthebaby.
Macsatdownononeendoftheoblongboxandrubbedthewoodwithhisforefinger.Thecoarsepinegrainswriggledlikelittleriversoverthewood.JimstoodbehindMacandstaredoverhisshoulder.Londonmovednervouslyaboutthetent,andhiseyesavoidedthecoffin.Macsaid,"Nicepieceo’goodsthecountyputsout."
