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does, I am sorry, he does not like Maynard and tells
him, 'You not coming out ever.
Your wife must go back. Not a real wife.' What
best for me to do now? Miss Lattice is so kind, I am
working now. But at night, by myself? In trailer park,
old man has died today. I am too afraid." Chin held her
hands tightly to her chest, then let them fall like leaves.
She had a round, childlike face. Life had not yet printed
there the meaning of anything it had forced her to
witness. Mrs. Haig poured the girl's tea as she tried to
decide what was being asked of her. There was another
bedroom. No one had ever slept in it, but, as she was a
careful housekeeper, it was ready. "Has your husband,"
she asked, "a lawyer? Someone to put up the bail?"
"Bail? Bail?" Chin shook her head apologetically.
"Money. So he can get out. All right. I'll speak to
my husband, but he's out of town just now, but in the
meantime. Well, all right.
You look tired. Tired. Yes. You should sleep.
There's a guest room, the bed's already made." Only as
she spoke did she decide to make this offer.
"No, no. I walk home now."