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Corrina and I walked back down the hill face to face with the burnt orange sunset and found Mama waiting for us with a soft smile. Grandma had fixed her a hot cup of tea and stacked pillows behind her so she could sit up in bed, and she waited patiently.

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“Did you ever tell Corrina the hard part about your daddy, Popman?” Cheyenne asked. “Even though you're telling the story to me now, it seems you are almost putting it off, as if you don’t want to ruin your story.”I had to work that thought in my mind because I knew he was onto something.

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“I don’t think we ever had a bad Christmas,” she said after a moment, “not in all of our years. The Lord gave us that. It seemed that the little things were our kids’ favorites. We’d find a box of Life Savers, and the kids would rattle them around in their mouth for a month.

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Mama was waiting patiently when she heard the screen door slam behind us. I was nervous about Mama and Corrina’s conversation that night after we had talked about some of Daddy’s struggles earlier.

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Billy Ray,” she started, then paused. I noted she changed from “Pup” to “Billy Ray” for no particular reason, but as precise as I’d learned she was, I’m sure she made a slight distinction in her mind.She turned a little to the side.

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Everything continued as if a boy in an old blue truck had never driven out on the job and was co-winner of the blue-ribbon award for “Fight of the Century,” voted on exclusively by the chain gang bunch out on the brick job.

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I also didn’t notice that the black Studebaker pulled up about the time the boy got out of his truck, and Mr. and Mrs. McClain and Corrina were standing out past Red’s truck, watching the whole scene.None of that had time to compute in a mind going a hundred miles an hour.