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Four girls.
She sat, hands folded. The woman dampened cheesecloth to lay over the butter.
Oldest’n been near your age I reckon.
I’m nineteen, she said.
Yes. Oldest’n be just about your age. […] I don’t even know whether you’d say raised or not when they wasn’t but just young. The boy was near a growed man when he died.
Yes mam. I’m sorry you’ve had such troubles.
Mm-hmm. Sorry. Don’t need sorry. Not in this house. Sorry laid the hearth here. Sorry ways and sorry people and heavensent grief and heartache to make you pine for your death.
She was watching her toes.
For nineteen year.
Yes mam.