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Wilson
cleared
his
teeth
with
his
tongue
and
swallowed
.
"
We
ain
’
t
been
lucky
,
"
he
said
.
"
We
been
three
weeks
from
home
.
"
"
Why
,
God
Awmighty
,
we
aim
to
be
in
California
in
ten
days
or
less
.
"
Al
broke
in
,
"
I
dunno
,
Pa
.
With
that
load
we
’
re
packin
’
,
we
maybe
ain
’
t
never
gonna
get
there
.
Not
if
they
’
s
mountains
to
go
over
.
"
They
were
silent
about
the
fire
.
Their
faces
were
turned
downward
and
their
hair
and
foreheads
showed
in
the
firelight
.
Above
the
little
dome
of
the
firelight
the
summer
stars
shone
thinly
,
and
the
heat
of
the
day
was
gradually
withdrawing
.
On
her
mattress
,
away
from
the
fire
,
Granma
whimpered
softly
like
a
puppy
.
The
heads
of
all
turned
in
her
direction
.
Ma
said
,
"
Rosasharn
,
like
a
good
girl
go
lay
down
with
Granma
.
She
needs
somebody
now
.
She
’
s
knowin
’
,
now
.
"
Rose
of
Sharon
got
to
her
feet
and
walked
to
the
mattress
and
lay
beside
the
old
woman
,
and
the
murmur
of
their
soft
voices
drifted
to
the
fire
.
Rose
of
Sharon
and
Granma
whispered
together
on
the
mattress
.
Noah
said
,
"
Funny
thing
is
—
losin
’
Grampa
ain
’
t
made
me
feel
no
different
than
I
done
before
.
I
ain
’
t
no
sadder
than
I
was
.
"
"
It
’
s
just
the
same
thing
,
"
Casy
said
.
"
Grampa
an
’
the
old
place
,
they
was
jus
’
the
same
thing
.
"
Al
said
,
"
It
’
s
a
goddamn
shame
.
He
been
talkin
’
what
he
’
s
gonna
do
,
how
he
gonna
squeeze
grapes
over
his
head
an
’
let
the
juice
run
in
his
whiskers
,
an
’
all
stuff
like
that
.
"
