The blue-black shine that had so nicely encircled T. J.'s left eye for over a week had almost completely faded by the morning T. J. hopped into the back of the wagon beside Stacey and snuggled in a corner not occupied by the butter, milk, and eggs Big Ma was taking to sell at the market in Strawberry. I sat up front beside Big Ma, still sandy-eyed and not believing that I was actually going.

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