The woman was leaning against the kitchen door. She was silhouetted against the yellow light and he could see her figure through the thin dress she wore. She did not seem troubled that the old man lay alone in the dark at the rear of the house. She asked the boy if the old man had told him how to catch the wolf and he said that he had not. She touched her temple. He dont remember so good sometimes, she said. He is old. Yes mam. No one comes to see him. That’s too bad, hey? Yes mam. Not even the priest. He came one time maybe two but he dont come no more. How come? She shrugged. People say he
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