I was--but there, I won't talk about it.

I can't.

And I cannot have it begin again here.
I'll go away first.

We will all go away, out West, anywhere-- anywhere where we can be--clean--and like other people." Jed was conscious of a cold sensation, like the touch of an icicle, up and down his spine.

Going away! She and Babbie going away! In his mind's eye he saw a vision of the little house closed once more and shuttered tight as it used to be.