“Why didn’t you tell me you lived out this way, sister?” The loaf was wearing slowly out of the paper; already it needed a new one. “Well, come on then and show me the house.” not a dirty girl like Natalie. It was raining we could hear it on the roof, sighing through the high sweet emptiness of the barn. There? touching her Not there There? not raining hard but we couldn’t hear anything but the roof and if it was my blood or her blood She pushed me down the ladder and ran off and left me Caddy did Was it there it hurt you when Caddy did ran off was it there
