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“How’s he doing?”

“He’s got a littlemy hopes up Aunt Henry says he’s on his way”

I nodded and walked inside

“How are you feeling, friend?” I asked

He s nothing but laying on this bed, trying not to die You the one doing somethin’”

“I’ll keep doingas you do yours,” I said

I was surprised how sharp he seemed, and I seized the opportunity

“Still no word frory”

“The Lord and the president, they both work in mysterious ways,” he said

“How did you ever come to know him, Abraham?” I asked “The president, that is”

“Mr Roosevelt’s mama was a southern lady, you know Miss Mittie Froia And see, my sister Annie went to work for Miss Mittie, eventually ith her up to New York She was still up there, nursing Mittie, the day she died Died the same day as Mr Roosevelt’s first wife, Alice Did you know his mama died the sa Annie That was a terrible day I guess he never forgot it”

“Ben!” LJ shouted “The sons o’ bitches are here! They’re everywhere!”

From all around the cabin caunfire

I lunged for the front door I was alh the roof, landing on my back

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