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Dry Summer Miriam L. Woolfolk Appalachian Heritage, Volume 17, Number 3, Summer 1989, p. 58 (Article) Published by The University of North Carolina Press DOI: https://doi.org/10.1353/aph.1989.0119 For additional information about this article https://muse.jhu.edu/article/442065/summary Access provided at 19 Feb 2020 23:28 GMT from JHU Libraries she might be safer if she opened the door lieve it," he said. "I don't reckon you'll and let him come in. He knocked at the be forgetting how he looked?" He meant that she should fix his head door, no different from the deliveryman coming with an order of groceries, and and body and hands in her mind so she could describe him. How could she ever she knew then-or she was almost posi- tive-that it was Jack. forget? She stared at Officer Tidwell in Just then the wind blew through her mute appeal. How could she tell him kitchen window and a galvanized dish- who Mrs. Pruitt's "Red Devil" really was? She couldn't for the life of her tell pan fell from the cook table. She stood the officer that "He" was Ina's husband. stone still waiting for other sounds, but Jim. the silence weighed heavier than the crashing dishpan. This time He was at http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Appalachian Review University of North Carolina Press

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Abstract

Miriam L. Woolfolk Appalachian Heritage, Volume 17, Number 3, Summer 1989, p. 58 (Article) Published by The University of North Carolina Press DOI: https://doi.org/10.1353/aph.1989.0119 For additional information about this article https://muse.jhu.edu/article/442065/summary Access provided at 19 Feb 2020 23:28 GMT from JHU Libraries she might be safer if she opened the door lieve it," he said. "I don't reckon you'll and let him come in. He knocked at the be forgetting how he looked?" He meant that she should fix his head door, no different from the deliveryman coming with an order of groceries, and and body and hands in her mind so she could describe him. How could she ever she knew then-or she was almost posi- tive-that it was Jack. forget? She stared at Officer Tidwell in Just then the wind blew through her mute appeal. How could she tell him kitchen window and a galvanized dish- who Mrs. Pruitt's "Red Devil" really was? She couldn't for the life of her tell pan fell from the cook table. She stood the officer that "He" was Ina's husband. stone still waiting for other sounds, but Jim. the silence weighed heavier than the crashing dishpan. This time He was at

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Appalachian ReviewUniversity of North Carolina Press

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