The boys were astonished to discover her with them in the morning; she woke up with the boys climbing on her, and she needed to busy her There was only one shower, and it was outdoors—installed behind the cider house, on a cinder-block platform, under a former grape arbor whose trellises were rotted by the weather. 'It's just there, like the weather, huh?' Ira Titcomb, the beekeeper, kidded with Homer. 'That was no _real_ turn!' Black Pan said.
'He'll hate me,' Candy said. Her black face in the bed beside him was no bigger than his [697] hand, and occasionally her hands would reach up and her fingers would open and close, grasping at something she saw in her sleep. 'I'm not worried about that. She had not anticipated being swept off her feet by the near-spitting image of the boy she had known.
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