| «Sardines again, Joey? |
| I’m so sick of all this. |
| Why are we out here?
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| Why did we leave San Antonio?» |
| The fire rose as she said this, showing that
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| her eyes were moist
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| «There's still a half a Nestle’s Crunch bar in the bag. |
| I’m sick of all this,
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| too, ya know. |
| And you know why we left San Antonio so don’t even start that…
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| I’m sorry Mary. |
| I know this is no place for you, especially now.
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| «We were on the edge of a hay field, separated from I-20 by a strip of pine
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| trees. |
| What kind of father am I gonna make, I was thinking to myself.
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| A man with broken down hands who can’t even find a bed to lay his wife on
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| «Maybe we should find a manger.» |
| I said, making an old joke. |
| She started to cry
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| for real
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| «I'm sorry, babydoll. |
| I’ll find a place for us somewhere, I promise…
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| I love you.» |
| It was a stupid thing to say and we didn’t talk again for a while
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| after that. |
| She laid down with her back to me and I stayed up to watch the fire.
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| About an hour later, I guess, I heard tires screeching and a loud «thud»
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| from the highway. |
| I got up to go see what had been hit. |
| Just before I got to
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| the trees, I heard Mary say «What the fuck was that?» |
| She was sitting up
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| waiting for me when I got back
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| «I just saw the saddest thing that I have ever seen in my life. |
| This big doe
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| just got run over and her baby is just lying there beside her, just sitting
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| there licking her and looking around, Jesus.»
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| Mary got up and pulled my revolver out of the bag
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| «What are you going to do with that?»
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| She was already in the trees. |
| It took almost five minutes for the gunshot,
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| then suddenly, she was back
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| «I shot the fawn.»
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| «Yeah, I heard.» |