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after he passed through Raleigh’s concrete sprawlMichael exited
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the Interstate onto the US 70 bypass and crossed the Johnston County line.
The trees grew more sparsely than in Durhamand closer to the ground: live
oaks and scrub brush between spindly pines. He passed through a couple of
small towns and f nally stopped at the f rst likely looking business he came to
in West Smithf eldan antiques store in a freestanding white building.
A woman in her sixties wandered among the shelves of colored glass bowls
aluminum potsdollscookbooksand broken lampshades. “Can I help you?”
she asked.
“I’m looking for the old Bynum farm. I know it’s somewhere around here
but I don’t know the way. I was hoping you might.”
She straightened up and gave him a thorough looking over. “What’s your
interestif I may ask?”
“I’m Wilmer Bynum’s grandson.”
“Which grandson would that be?” She didn’t sound so much hostile as cau-
tious. “I don’t see a lot of family resemblance.”
“I’m Michael Cooperand I’m his only grandson that I know of.” He put
out his hand and left it there until she reluctantly took it. “They tell me I take
after my fatherRobert Cooper. He married Ruth Bynum in
1962.”
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