Well, the Texas Rangers is back in town, he said. Occasionally, when he caught Clara looking at him, he almost flinched, for he did not imagine that he could hide anything from her. Her grandmother had put her in a soft bed, the softest she had ever slept in, and sung songs to her while she went to sleep. He would have liked to say something to Sean O'Brien, who looked as tired as he was, but he couldn't think of a word to say.
I've had bad luck before, but nothing to top this, he said, ignoring July and looking at Roscoe. Not that she spent it on herself--Clara spent nothing on herself, except for the books she ordered or the magazines she took. To the north were sandy slopes where the grass only grew in tufts. The boys were saying they were already late.
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