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           An’shegroanedallnight,an’shediedthenextafternoon."Thepreachermumbledsomething."Yousee,"Johnwenton,"Ikil’ther.An’sencethenItriedtomakeitup—mos’lytokids.An’Itriedtobegood,an’Ican’t.Igetdrunk,an’Igowild."

           "Ever’bodygoeswild,"saidCasy."Idotoo."

           "Yeah,butyouain’tgotasinonyoursoullikeme."

           Casysaidgently,"SureIgotsins.Ever’bodygotsins.Asinissomepinyouain’tsureabout.Thempeoplethat’ssureaboutever’thingan’ain’tgotnosin—well,withthatkindofason-of-a-bitch,ifIwasGodI’dkicktheirassrightoutaheaven!Icouldn’stand’em!"

           UncleJohnsaid,"Igotafeelin’I’mbringin’badlucktomyownfolks.Igotafeelin’Ioughtagoawayan’let’embe.Iain’tcomf’tablebein’likethis."

           Casysaidquickly,"Iknowthis—amangottodowhathegottodo.Ican’ttellyou.Ican’ttellyou.Idon’tthinkthey’sluckorbadluck.On’yonethinginthisworl’I’msureof,an’that’sI’msurenobodygotarighttomesswithafella’slife.Hegottodoitallhisself.Helphim,maybe,butnottellhimwhattodo."

           UncleJohnsaiddisappointedly,"Thenyoudon’know’?"

           "Idon’know."

           "Youthinkitwasasintoletmywifedielikethat?"

           "Well,"saidCasy,"foranybodyelseitwasamistake,butifyouthinkitwasasin—thenit’sasin.Afellabuildshisownsinsrightupfromthegroun’."