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           RoseofSharonlookedatMa,andhereyeswereblankwithtears."Itdonegood,"saidRoseofSharon."ItdoneGranmagood.She’sa-sleepin’."

           Ma’sheadwasdown,andshewasashamed."MaybeIdonethemgoodpeoplewrong.Granmaisasleep."

           "Whyn’tyouastourpreacherifyoudoneasin?"thegirlasked.

           "Iwill—buthe’saqueerman.Maybeit’shimmademetellthempeopletheycouldn’comehere.Thatpreacher,he’sgettin’roun’tothinkin’thatwhatpeopledoesisrighttodo."Malookedatherhandsandthenshesaid,"Rosasharn,wegottosleep.’Fwe’regonnagotonight,wegottosleep."Shestretchedoutonthegroundbesidethemattress.

           RoseofSharonasked,"Howaboutfannin’Granma?"

           "She’sasleepnow.Youlaydownan’rest."

           "IwonderwhereatConnieis?"thegirlcomplained."Iain’tseenhimaroundforalongtime."

           Masaid,"Sh!Getsomerest."

           "Ma,Conniegonnastudynightsan’gettobesomepin."

           "Yeah.Youtol’meaboutthat.Getsomerest."

           ThegirllaydownontheedgeofGranma’smattress."Connie’sgotanewplan.He’sthinkin’allatime.Whenhegetsallupon’lectricityhegonnahavehisownstore,an’thenguesswhatwegonnahave?"

           "What?"

           "Ice—alltheiceyouwant.Gonnahaveaicebox.Keepitfull.Stuffdon’tspoilifyougotice."

           "Connie’sthinkin’allatime,"Machuckled."Bettergetsomerestnow."

           RoseofSharonclosedhereyes.Maturnedoveronherbackandcrossedherhandsunderherhead.