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Chapter 4
Shekeepsthisupforyears.Thedoctorslastthreeweeks,threemonths.Untilshefinallysettlesforalittlemanwithabigwideforeheadandwidejewlycheeksandsqueezednarrowacrosshistinyeyeslikeheonceworeglassesthatwerewaytoosmall,worethemforsolongtheycrimpedhisfaceinthemiddle,sonowhehasglassesonastringtohiscollarbutton;theyteeteronthepurplebridgeofhislittlenoseandtheyarealwaysslippingonesideortheothersohe’lltiphisheadwhenhetalksjusttokeephisglasseslevel.That’sherdoctor.
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ThefirstoneshegetsfiveyearsafterIbeenontheward,atwistedsinewydwarfthecolorofcoldasphalt.HismotherwasrapedinGeorgiawhilehispapastoodbytiedtothehotironstovewithplowtraces,bloodstreamingintohisshoes.Theboywatchedfromacloset,fiveyearsoldandsquintinghiseyetopeepoutthecrackbetweenthedoorandthejamb,andhenevergrewaninchafter.Nowhiseyelidshanglooseandthinfromhisbrowlikehe’sgotabatperchedonthebridgeofhisnose.Eyelidslikethingrayleather,heliftsthemupjustabitwheneveranewwhitemancomesontheward,peeksoutfromunderthemandstudiesthemanupanddownandnodsjustoncelikehe’sohyesmadepositivecertainofsomethinghewasalreadysureof.
