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Four days later, a Sunday, Adelaide heard the snort of a horse. She'd been working in the wicker rocker, stitching holes that had developed in her gloves. In the days since Grace and Sam's first visit, she'd already eaten half the potatoes and all the canned corn. Maybe they'd brought more this time. Or perhaps something even more succulent. Some rabbit or beef. Also Grace had promised to bring her wood. Burning brown coal inside the cabin had already made Adelaide develop a cough.
All this took seconds to consider and Adelaide felt her heart rate rising and her face going flush and all at once she had to pinch her thigh to bring her back to herself.