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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."

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