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The
truck
pulled
alongside
the
road
and
Al
leaned
out
the
window
.
Tom
said
,
"
You
was
a
hell
of
a
long
time
.
How
far
’
d
you
go
?
"
Al
sighed
.
"
Got
the
rod
out
?
"
"
Yeah
.
"
Tom
held
up
the
sack
.
"
Babbitt
jus
’
broke
down
.
"
"
Well
,
it
wasn
’
t
no
fault
of
mine
,
"
said
Al
.
"
No
.
Where
’
d
you
take
the
folks
?
"
"
We
had
a
mess
,
"
Al
said
.
"
Granma
got
to
bellerin
’
,
an
’
that
set
Rosasharn
off
an
’
she
bellered
some
.
Got
her
head
under
a
mattress
an
’
bellered
.
But
Granma
,
she
was
just
layin
’
back
her
jaw
an
’
bayin
’
like
a
moonlight
houn
’
dog
.
Seems
like
Granma
ain
’
t
got
no
sense
no
more
.
Like
a
little
baby
.
Don
’
speak
to
nobody
,
don
’
seem
to
reco
’
nize
nobody
.
Jus
’
talks
on
like
she
’
s
talkin
’
to
Grampa
.
"
"
Where
’
d
ya
leave
’
em
?
"
Tom
insisted
.
"
Well
,
we
come
to
a
camp
.
Got
shade
an
’
got
water
in
pipes
.
Costs
half
a
dollar
a
day
to
stay
there
.
But
ever
’
body
’
s
so
goddamn
tired
an
’
wore
out
an
’
mis
’
able
,
they
stayed
there
.
Ma
says
they
got
to
’
cause
Granma
’
s
so
tired
an
’
wore
out
.
Got
Wilson
’
s
tent
up
an
’
got
our
tarp
for
a
tent
.
I
think
Granma
gone
nuts
.
"
