Darrell: A Novel

Darrell: A Novel

Darrell: A Novel

Darrell: A Novel

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On Monday a man came out to the house and took down the sign that said FOR SALE: A. C. BRADLEY, REALTOR and put up one that said SOLD: A. C. BRADLEY, REALTOR. He had a hammer, and he drove the sign, on a pointed stick, down sharply and then before he got back in the car he looked at it to see whether it could be seen all right from the street.

On Wednesday afternoon, after all the stores had been closed for three or four hours, a big truck with ARNIE GRIGGS, WHOLESALE GROCER on the door turned into Mimosa Lane and went on across the bridge over the little stream and past the house before its brakes squealed. Then it started backing up, with its motor whining in the hot afternoon. Mrs. Thurston's two little boys came out of their backyard when they heard it, and started down the street toward the house.

The truck stopped on the street when it got even with the house with the SOLD sign in front of it, and a young man got out from the driver's side. He hurried up the driveway, across the culvert where the little stream cut through the yard, leaning uphill a little and taking loping steps. He went on up to the picture window and cupped his hands around his eyes to look in, not trusting the sign. Then he came back down the driveway and cranked up the truck and pulled it into the . . .

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