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At last he came to a door and opened it

Winona walked slowly into the roo acutely conspicuous in her expensive wool pantsuit Taking an elas, afraid to touch anything She could hear snippets of conversation going on around her, but nothing was really distinct All up and down the row, people were pressing hands to the fake glass, trying impossibly to connect, to touch

Finally the door opened and Dallas was there, in his baggy orange juer noell past his shoulders, and his face had hollowed out The darkness of his skin had paled so intensity about hiy that las barrier and grab her by the throat

He picked up the phone, said, “Is Vivi Ann okay?”

“She’s fine”

“Noah?”

She heard the eray eyes “Noah’s fine In fact, he’s the reason I’m here Sit down”

“Say so down for”

“I’m here on behalf of your son He wants to petition the court—”

Dallas thren the receiver so hard it cracked against the Plexiglas Then he turned and walked away The guard opened the door for hi, thudding growl of prison life

“You’ve got to be kiddingat the s for him to return

Finally, a woman came up to her, touched her shoulder, and asked if she aiting to see a prisoner

“I guess not,” she said, scooting her chair back

When Aunt Winona got ho for her on her front step It was raining hard and I was totally soaked, but I didn’t care I saw her drive up and get out of her car and walk up the path