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erick's back。
The farmhouse was on the exchange … another sign to the neighbors that the Dettericks were prospering； at least moderately； in disastrous times … and Marjorie used Central to call as many of her neighbors that were also on the exchange as she could； telling them of the disaster which had fallen like a lightning…stroke out of a clear sky； knowing that each call would produce overlapping ripples； like pebbles tossed rapidly into a stilly pond。 Then she lifted the handset one last time； and spoke those words that were almost a trademark of the early telephone systems of that time； at least in the rural South： 〃Hello； Central； are you on the line？〃
Central was； but for a moment could say nothing； that worthy woman was all agog。 At last she managed； 〃Yes； ma'am。 Mrs。 Detterick； I sure am； oh dear sweet blessed Jesus； I'm a…prayin right now that your little girls are all right………！'
〃Yes； thank you；〃 Marjorie said。 〃But you tell the Lord to wait long enough for you to put me through to the high sheriff's office down Tefton； all right？〃
The Trapingus County high sheriff was a whiskeynosed old boy with a gut like a washtub and a head of white hair so fine it looked like pipe…cleaner fuzz。 I knew him well； he'd been up to Cold Mountain plenty of times to see what he called 〃his boys〃 off into the great beyond。 Execution witnesses sat in the same folding chairs you've probably sat in yourself a time or two； at funerals or church suppers or Grang
