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she always did. "Walk down this path, and there it is,
scratched into stone for you: civilization. Ppht! Well,
Orchid, Jesus wept, but I suspect somebody was
laughing."
They stopped at a small gray slab where Ramona's
mother, Emily (1868–1910), lay with her infant son.
"From earthly sorrow free /
Called home to sleep with Thee."
"Poor woman," said her daughter. "Well. Well.
Dingley. There's the whole batch addressed by that
name. Except for me. And I'm up to my knees in the
dirt already."
"No such thing," said Mrs. O'NeaI. "God above
willing."
"Willing or not. Negotiate about the date. That's
all."
They turned back, passing on their way the Dixwell
family plot, where, high on a slope above urns, angels,
and marble blocks, glistened in the sun Vincent
Canopy's multicolored metal and chrome monument,
built from abandoned Buicks by Louie Daytona. Miss
Dingley stopped her chair. "Never will understand why