Fiction | September 01, 1993
Arroyo
Laura Hendrie
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When I heard Dinah crowing, I got up and dressed in the dark. Pa Jopa was snoring and Brice was grinding his teeth, and from the kitchen it sounded like one person whistling and walking backa nd forth int he gravel outside. I cut two peices of bread, wrapped them in a dish towel, and put them in my pocket. The rest i left on the table where Brice and Pa Jopa could find it, and then I went out to the barn.
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