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the house where the lawn chairs were and= she led the way and Mrs. Pritchard followed. The child moved from the righ= t bedroom across the hall and over into the left bedroom and looked down on= the other side of the house where there were three white lawn chairs and a= red hammock strung between two hazelnut trees. She was a pale fat girl of = twelve with a frowning squint and a large mouth full of silver bands. She k= nelt down at the window. The three boys came around the corner of the house= and the large one threw himself into the hammock and lit a stub of cigaret= te. The small boy tumbled down on the grass next to the black suitcase and = rested his head on it and Powell sat down on the edge of one of the chairs = and looked as if he were trying to enclose the whole place in one encirclin= g stare. The child heard her mother and Mrs. Pritchard in a muted conferenc= e in the kitchen. She got up and went out into the hall and leaned over the= banisters. Mrs. Cope's and Mrs. Pritchard's legs were facing each other in= the back hall. "Those poor children are hungry," Mrs. Cope said = in a dead voice. "You seen that suitcase?" Mrs. Pritchard asked. = "What if they intend to spend the night with you?" Mrs. Cope gave= a slight shriek. "I can't have three boys in here with only me and Sa= lly Virginia," she said. "I'm sure they'll go when I feed them.&q= uot; "I only know they got a suitcase," Mrs. Pritchard said. The = child hurried back to the window. The large boy was stretched out in the ha= mmock with his wrists crossed under his head and the cigarette stub in the = center of his mouth. He spit it out in an arc just as Mrs. Cope came around= the corner of the house with a plate of crackers. She stopped instantly as= if a snake had been slung in her path. "Ashfield!" she said. &qu= ot;Please pick that up. I'm afraid of fires." "Gawfield!" th= e little boy shouted indignantly. "Gawfield!" The large boy raise= d himself without a word and lumbered for the butt. He picked it up and put= it in his pocket and stood with his back to her, examining a tattooed hear= t on his forearm. Mrs. Pritchard came up holding three Coca-Colas by the ne= cks in one hand and gave one to each of them. "I remember everything a= bout this place," Powell said, looking down the opening of his bottle.= "Where did you all go when you left here?" Mrs. Cope asked and p= ut the plate of crackers on the arm of his chair. He looked at it but didn'= t take one. He said, "I remember it was one name Gene and it was one name George. We gone to Flo= rda and my daddy he, you know, died, and then we gone to my sister's and th= en my mother she, you know, mah'd, and we been there ever since." &quo= t;There are some crackers," Mrs. Cope said and sat down in the cha= ir across from him. "He don't like it in Atlanta," the little boy= said, sitting up and reaching indifferently for a cracker. "He ain't = ever satisfied with where he's at except this place here. Lemme tell you wh= at he'll do, lady. We'll b= e playing ball, see, on this here place in this development we got to play = ball on, see, and he'll quit playing and say, 'Goddam, it was a horse down = there name Gene and if I had him here I'd bust this concrete to hell riding= him!' " "I'm sure Powell doesn't use words like that, do you= , Powell?" Mrs. Cope said. "No, mam," Powell said. His head = was turned completely to the side as if he were listening for the horses in= the field. "I don't like them kind of crackers," the little boy = said and returned his to the plate and got up. Mrs. Cope shifted in her cha= ir. "So you boys live in one of those nic
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ew developments," she said. "T= he only way you can tell your own is by smell," the small boy voluntee= red. "They're four stories high and there's ten of them, one behind th= e other. Let's go see them horses," he said. Powell turned his pinchin= g look on Mrs. Cope. "We thought we would just spend the night in your= barn," he said. "My uncle brought us this far on his pick-up tru= ck and he's going to stop for us again in the morning." There was a mo= ment in which she didn't say a thing and the child in the window thought: s= he's going to fly out of that chair and hit the tree. "Well, I'm afraid you can't do that,"= she said, getting up suddenly. "The barn's full of hay and I'm afraid= of fire from your cigarettes." "We won't smoke," he said. &= quot;I'm afraid you can't spend the night in there just the same," she= repeated as if she were talking politely to a gangster. "Well, we= can camp out in the woods then," the little boy said. "We brough= t our own blankets anyways. That's what we got in thatere suitcase. Come on= " "In the woods!" she said. "Oh no! The woods are very= dry now, I can't have people smoking in my woods. You'll have to camp out = in the field, in this field here next to the house, where there aren't any = trees." "Where she can keep her eye on you," the child said = under her breath. "He= r woods," the large boy muttered and got out of the hammock. "We'= ll sleep in the field," Powell said but not particularly as if he were= talking to her. "This afternoon I'm going to show them about this pla= ce." The other two were already walking away and he got up and bounded= after them and the two women sat with the black suitcase between them. &qu= ot;Not no thank you, not no nothing," Mrs. Pritchard remarked. &qu= ot;They only played with what we gave them to eat," Mrs. Cope said in = a hurt voice. Mrs. Pritchard suggested that they might not like _soft_ drin= ks. "They certainly _looked_ hungry," Mrs. Cope said. About sunse= t they appeared out of the woods, dirty and sweating, and came to the back = porch and asked for water. They did not ask for food but Mrs. Cope could te= ll that they wanted it. "All I have is some cold guinea," she sai= d. "Would you boys like some guinea and some sandwiches?" "I= wouldn't eat nothing bald-headed like a guinea," the little boy said.= "I would eat a chicken or a turkey but not no guinea." "Dog= wouldn't eat one of them," the large boy said. He had taken off his s= hirt and stuck it in the back of his trousers like a tail. Mr
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