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My father is not dead.
When Miss Emily Grierson died, our whole town went to her funeral... It was a big, squarish frame house that had once been white, ... set on what used to be our most select street.
They rose when she entered - a small, fat woman in black, with a a thin gold chain descending to her waist and vanishing into her belt, leaning on an ebony cane with a tarished gold head.
The day after his death all the ladies prepared to call at the house and offer condolence and aid, as is our custom Miss Emily met them at the door, dressed as usual and with no trace of grief on her face. She told them that her father was not dead.
The Negro man went in and out with the market basket, but the front door remained closed. Now and then we would see her at a window for a moment, ... but for almost six months she did not appear on the streets.
She died in one of the downstairs rooms, in a heavy walnut bed with a curtain, her gray head propped on a pillow yellow and moldy with age and lack of sunlight.
What was left of him, rotted beneath what was left of the nightshirt, had become inextricable from the bed in which he lay... We saw a long strand of iron gray hair.
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