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           Thegiantessherself,hummingcontentedlyunderherbreath,mightglidetothedoor,asvastasallsummer,herfaceahugepeach-coloredmoongazingcalmlyoutuponsmilingdogs,corn-hairedboysandflour-hairedoldmen.

           "Wait,"saidLeoAuffmannoutloud."Ididn’tturnthemachineonthismorning!Saul!"

           Saul,standingintheyardbelow,lookedup.

           "Saul,didyouturniton?"

           "Youtoldmetowarmituphalfanhourago!"

           "Allright,Saul,Iforgot.I’mnotawake."Hefellbackinbed.

           Hiswife,bringinghisbreakfastup,pausedbythewindow,lookingdownatthegarage.

           "Tellme,"shesaidquietly."Ifthatmachineislikeyousay,hasitgotananswertomakingbabiesinitsomewhere?Canthatmachinemakeseventy-year-oldpeopletwenty?Also,howdoesdeathlookwhenyouhideintherewithallthathappiness?"

           "Hide!"

           "Ifyoudiedfromoverwork,whatshouldIdotoday,climbinthatbigboxdownthereandbehappy?Alsotellme,Lee,howisourlife?Youknowhowourhouseis.Seveninthemorning,breakfast,thekids;allofyougonebyeightthirtyandit’sjustmeandwashingandmeandcookingandsockstobedarned,weedstobedug,orIruntothestoreorpolishsilver.Who’scomplaining?I’mjustremindingyouhowthehouseisputtogether,Lee,what’sinit!Sonowanswer:HowdoyougetallthosethingsIsaidinonemachine?"

           "That’snothowit’sbuilt!"

           "I’msorry.Igotnotimetolook,then."