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A. M. Homes Reads Shirley Jackson

The New Yorker: Fiction

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The Hutchinson's

Mr. Summers called his own name and then stepped forward precisely and selected a slip from the box. Old Man Warner: 77th year I've been in the lottery, Old Man Warner said as he went through the crowd. Bill Hutchinson was standing quiet, staring down at the paper in his hand. Tessie Hutchinson shouted to Mr. Summers, you didn't give him time enough to take any paper he wanted. "I think we ought to start over," Mrs. Hutchinson told people around her.

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