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Some days later, Samuel is walking home from the field. He takes a different road – a road that leads past the motel. Men are lined up outside, smoking, laughing, waiting their turn. He looks up. And there she is. Grace. Standing in a red robe, leaning against the frame, a cigarette between her fingers.