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           "Idon’knowhowwewasgonnafeed’imanyways.Justaswell,maybe."

           Thefatmancamefrombehindthetruck."I’msorry,folks,"hesaid."Adogjus’don’lastnotimenearahighway.Ihadthreedogsrunoverinayear.Don’tkeepnone,nomore."Andhesaid,"Don’tyoufolksworrynoneaboutit.I’lltakecareof’im.Bury’imoutinthecornfield."

           MawalkedovertoRoseofSharon,whereshesat,stillshuddering,ontherunningboard."Youallright,Rosasharn?"sheasked."Youfeelin’poorly?"

           "Iseenthat.Givemeastart."

           "Iheardyayip,"saidMa."Gityourselflacedup,now."

           "Yousupposeitmightofhurt?"

           "No,"saidMa."’Fyougotogreasin’yourselfan’feelin’sorry,an’tuckin’yourselfinaswalla’snest,itmight.Riseupnow,an’he’pmegetGranmacomf’table.Forgetthatbabyforaminute.He’lltakecareahisself."

           "WhereisGranma?"RoseofSharonasked.

           "Idunno.She’saroun’heresomewheres.Maybeintheouthouse."

           Thegirlwenttowardthetoilet,andinamomentshecameout,helpingGranmaalong."Shewenttosleepinthere,"saidRoseofSharon.

           Granmagrinned."It’sniceinthere,"shesaid."Theygotapatenttoiletintherean’thewatercomesdown.Ilikeitinthere,"shesaidcontentedly."WouldoftookagoodnapifIwasn’twokeup."

           "Itain’taniceplacetosleep,"saidRoseofSharon,andshehelpedGranmaintothecar.Granmasettledherselfhappily.