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occasionally back up to her old mother. Marie's face went from a lady who had filled the lines on her face with the sun to a cement white. She bowed her head to the steps; and thought of her other daughters beside her. They had problems, and demanded to handle them alone. And she went to thoughts of, (my deepest has the long streight black hair; my wildest has hair that is curly.) Marie looked up. She heard the evening little girl dance from Jiven Joe. She had considered, (tonight may be different) while understanding his wanting to be alone with his friend Animal, and the women before today she had never seen. But now it was the little girls walking in fig- ures of eight again, while the mothers nearest the shack of Jiven Joe insisted on the jirations of rock being turned off. Upon this change into- the sound of Belafonte Calypso, the children pass- ed as performers to their mother's for nightgowns, and did parade down past Marie's steps along the sidewalk alley; and "awe" the gate to Jiven Joe's voice in rendition. There they slipped the latch from the inside, as their flexable arms knew how, and walked into the courtyard. The dogs lifted two heads in ancient signs of perked ears and set eyes