{"id":7389,"date":"2019-06-19T04:26:00","date_gmt":"2019-06-19T08:26:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.fadingstar.mx\/?p=7389"},"modified":"2024-01-15T18:31:53","modified_gmt":"2024-01-15T18:31:53","slug":"a-new-chatroom-owner-is-nominated","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/v4.fadingstar.mx\/2019\/06\/19\/a-new-chatroom-owner-is-nominated\/","title":{"rendered":"A New Chatroom Owner is Nominated"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<blockquote class=\"wp-block-quote\">\n<p><em>It\u2019s Tessie,\u201d Mr. Summers said, and his voice was hushed. \u201cShow us her paper, Bill. \u201c<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>Bill Hutchinson went over to his wife and forced the slip of paper out of her hand. It had a black spot on it, the black spot Mr. Summers had made the night before with the heavy pencil in the coal company office. Bill Hutchinson held it up, and there was a stir in the crowd.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cAll right, folks. \u201d Mr. Summers said. \u201cLet\u2019s finish quickly. \u201c<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Although the villagers had forgotten the ritual and lost the original black box, they still remembered to use stones. The pile of stones the boys had made earlier was ready; there were stones on the ground with the blowing scraps of paper that had come out of the box Delacroix selected a stone so large she had to pick it up with both hands and turned to Mrs. Dunbar. \u201cCome on,\u201d she said. \u201cHurry up. \u201c<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Mrs. Dunbar had small stones in both hands, and she said, gasping for breath. \u201cI can\u2019t run at all. You\u2019ll have to go ahead and I\u2019ll catch up with you. \u201c<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The children had stones already. And someone gave little Davy Hutchinson a few pebbles.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Tessie Hutchinson was in the center of a cleared space by now, and she held her hands out desperately as the villagers moved in on her. \u201cIt isn\u2019t fair,\u201d she said. A stone hit her on the side of the head. Old Man Warner was saying, \u201cCome on, come on, everyone. \u201d Steve Adams was in the front of the crowd of villagers, with Mrs. Graves beside him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>\u201cIt isn\u2019t fair, it isn\u2019t right,\u201d Mrs. Hutchinson screamed, and then they were upon her.<\/em><\/p>\n<cite>Shirley Jackson, The Lottery<\/cite><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It\u2019s Tessie,\u201d Mr. Summers said, and his voice was hushed. \u201cShow us her paper, Bill. \u201c Bill Hutchinson went over to his wife and forced the slip of paper out of her hand. It had a black spot on it, the black spot Mr. Summers had made the night before with the heavy pencil in [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4,1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/v4.fadingstar.mx\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7389"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/v4.fadingstar.mx\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/v4.fadingstar.mx\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/v4.fadingstar.mx\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/v4.fadingstar.mx\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7389"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/v4.fadingstar.mx\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7389\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14853,"href":"https:\/\/v4.fadingstar.mx\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7389\/revisions\/14853"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/v4.fadingstar.mx\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7389"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/v4.fadingstar.mx\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7389"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/v4.fadingstar.mx\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7389"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}