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His
humility
was
insistent
.
"
We
need
bread
and
there
ain
’
t
nothin
’
for
quite
a
piece
,
they
say
.
"
"
’
F
we
sell
bread
we
gonna
run
out
.
"
Mae
’
s
tone
was
faltering
.
"
We
’
re
hungry
,
"
the
man
said
.
"
Whyn
’
t
you
buy
a
san
’
widge
?
We
got
nice
san
’
widges
,
hamburgs
.
"
"
We
’
d
sure
admire
to
do
that
,
ma
’
am
.
But
we
can
’
t
.
We
got
to
make
a
dime
do
all
of
us
.
"
And
he
said
embarrassedly
,
"
We
ain
’
t
got
but
a
little
.
"
Mae
said
,
"
You
can
’
t
get
no
loaf
a
bread
for
a
dime
.
We
only
got
fifteen
-
cent
loafs
.
"
From
behind
her
Al
growled
,
"
God
Almighty
,
Mae
,
give
’
em
bread
.
"
"
We
’
ll
run
out
’
fore
the
bread
truck
comes
.
"
"
Run
out
,
then
,
goddamn
it
,
"
said
Al
.
And
he
looked
sullenly
down
at
the
potato
salad
he
was
mixing
.
Mae
shrugged
her
plump
shoulders
and
looked
to
the
truck
drivers
to
show
them
what
she
was
up
against
.
