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Chapter 28
Youknowhowtheydo.An’shetol’thatherbrotherkilledamanan’washidin’.»
Tomwaschuckling.«WithmeIwasalwaysgonnagetUncleJohnafter’em,butheneverwoulddoit.That’sjus’kidtalk,Ma.That’sawright.»
«No,itain’t,"Masaid.«Themkids’lltellitaroun’an’thenthefolks’llhear,an’they’lltellaroun’,an’prettysoon,well,theyliabletogetmenouttolook,jus’incase.Tom,yougottogoaway.»
«That’swhatIsaidrightalong.Iwasalwaysscaredsomebody’dseeyouputstuffinthatculvert,an’thenthey’dwatch.»
«Iknow.ButIwantedyounear.Iwasscaredforyou.Iain’tseenyou.Can’tseeyounow.How’syourface?»
«Gettin’wellquick.»
«Comeclost,Tom.Letmefeelit.Comeclost.»Hecrawlednear.
Herreachinghandfoundhisheadintheblacknessandherfingersmoveddowntohisnose,andthenoverhisleftcheek.«Yougotabadscar,Tom.An’yournoseisallcrooked.»
«Maybethat’sagoodthing.Nobodywouldn’tknowme,maybe.Ifmyprintswasn’tonrecord,I’dbeglad.»Hewentbacktohiseating.«Hush,"shesaid.«Listen!»
«It’sthewind,Ma.Jus’thewind.»Thegustpoureddownthestream,andthetreesrustledunderitspassing.
Shecrawledclosetohisvoice.«Iwantatouchyaagain,Tom.It’slikeI’mblin’,it’ssodark.Iwantaremember,evenifit’son’ymyfingersthatremember.Yougottogoaway,Tom.»
«Yeah!Iknoweditfromthestart.»
«Wemadepurtygood,"shesaid.«Ibeensquirrelin’moneyaway.
