“There was nothing else to do. Now and then a cloud would cross the sun that had finally burned its way out of the gray. The boy watched the cloud shadows roll over the fields and pass over the cabin. They darkened the window as they passed. He carried in wood for the night before the sun began to weaken. Then he looked out of the window again to where his mother would appear. Finally he saw a speck moving on the road. He watched it grow. “She’s coming,” he said to the younger children, and they... crowded around him and pushed their faces against the window. “She’s been gone long enough to walk to town and more,” he added. “What will she bring?” one of the children asked. “She’ll bring nothin’, but maybe things to eat. She won’t bring no stick candy. Don’t ask her for none. Don’t ask her nothin’.” Several times during the day the boy had said to himself, “Maybe they’ll let him come home if she takes back the stuff. Some people might, but some won’t.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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