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When he finally goes to bed he still doesn’t rest, but has a drea in the kitchen of their little crooked house in the woods, cutting up a hen for soup

"How come you won’t turn around and face me?" he asks

"You turned loose of family," she says "1 have to turn my back on you"

"Why even talk tofor you, aren’t I?"

"Yes But I’m afraid you hate me"

"Why would I cook for you, then?"

"I don’t know;" he says

"Pay attention to who takes care of you"

She stirs the huge pot on the stove Turning in the bubbling surface, Cash can see a dry tuft of Mr Crittenden’s white hair His wife is very large There is no roof on the kitchen, only a forest clearing and legs like trees Her head looks like carved stone against the sky, a head he can’t precisely recognize It could as easily be his hter

"There’s a hundred ways to love someone," her voice tells Cash "All that matters is that you stay here in the saht burst He wonders whether he has had a heart attack, or is sio back," he tells Rose, not caring that she is asleep, and will not hear

The summer rains in the Rockies come all the way up from Mexico Or so Cash has often told hi an exciting life But Mexico or no, the rain is terrible for tourism, the Health Corral has been e the gossipCash whether he believes a woive birth to triplets with three different fathers Cash thinks of his oild daughters, and doesn’t doubt it