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the child. He walked toward her. "Stand back," she said, lifting her hand slightly,<br />

bringing the butcher knife into view. "Stand back." He came steadily toward her, then she<br />

struck at him with the knife.<br />

He caught her wrist. She began to struggle. He plucked the child from her and laid<br />

it on the table and caught her other hand as it flicked at his face, and holding both wrists<br />

in one hand, he slapped her. It made a dry, flat sound. He slapped her again, first on one<br />

cheek, then the other, rocking her head from side to side. "That's what I do to them," he<br />

said, slapping her. "See?" He released her. She stumbled backward against the table and<br />

caught up the child and half crouched between the table and the wall, watching him as he<br />

turned and left the room.<br />

She knelt in the <strong>com</strong>er, holding the child. It had not stirred. She laid her palm first<br />

on one cheek, then on the other. She rose and laid the child in the box and took a<br />

sunbonnet from a nail and put it on. From another nail she took a coat trimmed with what<br />

had once been white fur, and took up the child and left the room.<br />

Tommy was standing in the barn, beside the crib, looking toward the house. The<br />

old man sat on the front porch, in the sun. She went down the steps and followed the path<br />

to the road and went on without looking back.<br />

When she came to the tree and the wrecked car she turned from the road, into a<br />

path. After a hundred yards or so she reached the spring and sat down beside it, the child<br />

on her lap and the hem of her skirt turned back over its sleeping face.<br />

Popeye came out of the bushes, walking gingerly in his muddy shoes, and stood<br />

looking down at her across the spring. His hand flicked to his coat and be fretted and<br />

twisted a cigarette and put it into his mouth and snapped a match with his thumb. "Jesus<br />

Christ," he said, "I told him about letting them sit around all night, swilling that goddarn<br />

stuff. There ought to be a law." He looked away in the direction in which the house lay.<br />

Then he looked at the woman, at the top of her sunbonnet, "Goofy house," he said.<br />

"That's what it is. It's not four days ago I find a bastard squatting here, asking me if I read<br />

books. Like he would jump me with a book or something. Take me for a ride with the<br />

telephone directory." Again he looked off toward the house, jerking his neck forth as if<br />

his collar were too tight. He looked down at the top of her sun- bonnet. "I'm going to<br />

town, see?" he said. "I'm clearing out. I've got enough of this." She did not look up. She<br />

adjusted the hem of the skirt above the child's face. Popeye went on, with light, finicking<br />

sounds in the underbrush. Then they ceased. Somewhere in the swamp a bird sang.<br />

Before he reached the house Popeye left the road and followed a wooded slope.<br />

When he emerged he saw Goodwin standing behind a tree in the orchard, looking toward<br />

the barn. Popeye stopped at the edge of the wood and looked at Goodwin's back. He put<br />

another cigarette into his mouth and thrust his fingers into his vest. He went on across the<br />

orchard, walking gingerly. Goodwin heard him and looked over his shoulder. Popeye<br />

took a match from his vest, flicked it into flame and lit the cigarette. Goodwin looked<br />

toward the barn again; Popeye stood at his shoulder, looking toward the barn.<br />

"Who's down there?" he said. Goodwin said nothing. Popeye jetted smoke from<br />

his nostrils. "I'm clearing out," he said. Goodwin said nothing, watching the barn. "I said<br />

I'm getting out of here," Popeye said. Without turning his head Goodwin cursed him.<br />

Popeye smoked quietly, the cigarette wreathing across his still, soft, black gaze. Then he<br />

turned and went toward the house. The old man sat in the sun. Popeye did not enter the

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