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"
Christ
knows
,
"
said
Al
.
"
S
’
pose
they
’
ll
get
work
?
"
"
How
the
hell
would
I
know
?
"
said
Al
.
She
stared
eastward
along
the
highway
.
"
Here
comes
a
transport
,
double
.
Wonder
if
they
stop
?
Hope
they
do
.
"
And
as
the
huge
truck
came
heavily
down
from
the
highway
and
parked
,
Mae
seized
her
cloth
and
wiped
the
whole
length
of
the
counter
.
And
she
took
a
few
swipes
at
the
gleaming
coffee
urn
too
,
and
turned
up
the
bottle
-
gas
under
the
urn
.
Al
brought
out
a
handful
of
little
turnips
and
started
to
peel
them
.
Mae
’
s
face
was
gay
when
the
door
opened
and
the
two
uniformed
truck
drivers
entered
.
"
Hi
,
sister
!
"
"
I
won
’
t
be
a
sister
to
no
man
,
"
said
Mae
.
They
laughed
and
Mae
laughed
.
"
What
’
ll
it
be
,
boys
?
"
"
Oh
,
a
cup
a
Java
.
What
kinda
pie
ya
got
?
"
"
Pineapple
cream
an
’
banana
cream
an
’
chocolate
cream
an
’
apple
.
"
"
Give
me
apple
.
No
,
wait
—
what
’
s
that
big
thick
one
?
"
Mae
picked
up
the
pie
and
smelled
it
.
"
Pineapple
cream
,
"
she
said
.
