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Roberta
hesitated
.
"
We
’
ll
check
the
evening
paper
.
"
They
opened
the
attic
door
and
looked
carefully
at
the
steps
leading
down
.
"
Oh
,
if
Frank
hears
about
this
,
he
’
ll
take
our
Green
Machine
away
from
us
,
and
it
’
s
so
lovely
and
nice
riding
and
getting
the
cool
wind
and
seeing
the
town
.
"
"
We
won
’
t
tell
him
.
"
"
Won
’
t
we
?
"
They
helped
each
other
down
the
creaking
stairs
to
the
second
floor
,
stopping
to
listen
.
.
.
In
the
kitchen
they
peered
at
the
pantry
,
peeked
out
windows
with
frightened
eyes
,
and
finally
set
to
work
frying
hamburger
on
the
stove
.
After
five
minutes
of
working
silence
Fern
looked
sadly
over
at
Roberta
and
said
,
"
I
’
ve
been
thinking
.
We
’
re
old
and
feeble
and
don
’
t
like
to
admit
it
.
We
’
re
dangerous
.
We
owe
a
debt
to
society
for
running
off
—
"
"
And
—
?
"
A
kind
of
silence
fell
on
the
frying
in
the
kitchen
as
the
two
sisters
faced
each
other
,
nothing
in
their
hands
.
"
I
think
that
"
—
Fern
stared
at
the
wall
for
a
long
time
-
"
we
shouldn
’
t
drive
the
Green
Machine
ever
again
.
"
Roberta
picked
up
a
plate
and
held
it
in
her
thin
hand
.
"
Not
-
ever
?
"
she
said
.
"
No
.
"
"
But
,
"
said
Roberta
,
"
we
don
’
t
have
to
—
to
get
rid
of
it
,
do
we
?
We
can
keep
it
,
can
’
t
we
?
"
