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           Masatonthegroundbesideher,andwithapieceofcardboarddrovethefliesawayandfannedastreamofmovinghotairoverthetightoldface.RoseofSharonsatontheothersideandwatchedhermother.

           Granmacalledimperiously,"Will!Will!Youcomehere,Will."Andhereyesopenedandshelookedfiercelyabout."Tol’himtocomerighthere,"shesaid."I’llcatchhim.I’lltakethehairoff’nhim."Sheclosedhereyesandrolledherheadbackandforthandmutteredthickly.Mafannedwiththecardboard.

           RoseofSharonlookedhelplesslyattheoldwoman.Shesaidsoftly,"She’sawfulsick."

           Maraisedhereyestothegirl’sface.Ma’seyeswerepatient,butthelinesofstrainwereonherforehead.Mafannedandfannedtheair,andherpieceofcardboardwarnedofftheflies."Whenyou’reyoung,Rosasharn,ever’thingthathappensisathingallbyitself.It’salonelything.Iknow,I’member,Rosasharn."Hermouthlovedthenameofherdaughter."You’regonnahaveababy,Rosasharn,andthat’ssomepintoyoulonelyandaway.That’sgonnahurtyou,an’thehurt’llbelonelyhurt,an’thisheretentisaloneintheworl’,Rosasharn."Shewhippedtheairforamomenttodriveabuzzingblowflyon,andthebigshiningflycircledthetenttwiceandzoomedoutintotheblindingsunlight.AndMawenton,"They’satimeofchange,an’whenthatcomes,dyin’isapieceofalldyin’,andbearin’isapieceofallbearin’,anbearin’an’dyin’istwopiecesofthesamething."