Ruthie had stood all she could. She blurted fiercely, “Granma died right on top a the truck.’’ The girl looked questioningly at her. “Well, she did,’’ Ruthie said. “An’ the cor’ner got her.’’ She closed her lips tightly and broke up a little pile of sticks. Winfield blinked at the boldness of the attack. “Right on the truck,’’ he echoed. “Cor’ner stuck her in a big basket.’’
