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approaching. Mr. Summers was very good at all this; in his clean white shirt and blue jeans. With one hand resting carelessly on the black box. He seemed very proper and important as he talked interminably to Mr. Graves and the Martins.

Just as Mr. Summers finally left off talking and turned to the assembled villagers, Mrs. Hutchinson came hurriedly along the path to the square, her sweater thrown over her shoulders, and slid into place in the back of the crowd. Clean forgot what day it was, she said to Mrs. Delacroix, who stood next to her, and they both laughed softly. Thought my old man was out back stacking wood, Mrs. Hutchinson went on. And then I looked out the window and the kids was gone, and then I remembered it was the twenty seventh and came a-running. She dried her hands on her apron, and Mrs. Delacroix said, You re in time, though. They re still talking away up there.

Mrs. Hutchinson craned her neck to see through the crowd and found her husband and children standing near the front. She tapped Mrs. Delacroix on the arm as a farewell and began to make her way through the crowd. The people separated good-humoredly to let her through: two or three people said. In voices just loud enough to be heard across the crowd, Here comes your, Missus, Hutchinson, and Bill, she made it after all. Mrs. Hutchinson reached her husband, and Mr. Summers, who had been waiting, said cheerfully. Thought we were going to have to get on without you, Tessie. Mrs. Hutchinson said. Grinning, Wouldn t have me leave m dishes in the sink, now, would you. Joe?, and soft laughter ran through the crowd as the people stirred back into position after Mrs. Hutchinson s arrival.

Well, now. Mr. Summers said soberly, guess we better get started, get this over with, so s we can go back to work. Anybody ain t here?

Dunbar. several people said. Dunbar. Dunbar.

Mr. Summers consulted his list. Clyde Dunbar. he said. That s right. He s broke his leg, hasn t he? Who s drawing for him?

Me. I guess, a woman said. And Mr. Summers turned to look at her. Wife draws for her husband. Mr. Summers said. Don t you have a grown boy to do it for you, Janey? Although Mr. Summers and everyone else in the village knew the answer perfectly well, it was the business of the official of the lottery to ask such questions formally. Mr. Summers waited with an expression of polite interest while Mrs. Dunbar answered.

Horace s not but sixteen vet. Mrs. Dunbar said regretfully. Guess I gotta fill in for the old man this year.

Right. Sr. Summers said. He made a note on the list he was holding. Then he asked, Watson boy drawing this year?

A tall boy in the crowd raised his hand. Here, he said. I m drawing for my mother and me. He blinked his eyes nervously and ducked his head as several voices in the crowd said things like Good fellow, lack. and Glad to see your mother s got a man to do it.

"Well, Mr. Summers said, guess that's everyone. Old Man Warner make it? Here, a voice said. And Mr. Summers nodded.

DMU Timestamp: September 17, 2021 21:58





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