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I
guess
Granma
never
read
it
.
Prob
’
ly
got
it
from
a
drummer
an
’
picked
out
the
one
with
the
mos
’
shiny
stuff
on
it
.
The
guys
in
my
cell
block
goddamn
near
died
laughin
’
.
Jesus
Meek
they
called
me
after
that
.
Granma
never
meant
it
funny
;
she
jus
’
figgered
it
was
so
purty
she
wouldn
’
bother
to
read
it
.
She
lost
her
glasses
the
year
I
went
up
.
Maybe
she
never
did
find
’
em
.
"
"
How
they
treat
you
in
McAlester
?
"
Casy
asked
.
"
Oh
,
awright
.
You
eat
regular
,
an
’
get
clean
clothes
,
and
there
’
s
places
to
take
a
bath
.
It
’
s
pretty
nice
some
ways
.
Makes
it
hard
not
havin
’
no
women
.
"
Suddenly
he
laughed
.
"
They
was
a
guy
paroled
,
"
he
said
.
"
’
Bout
a
month
he
’
s
back
for
breakin
’
parole
.
A
guy
ast
him
why
he
bust
his
parole
.
‘
Well
,
hell
,
’
he
says
.
‘
They
got
no
conveniences
at
my
old
man
’
s
place
.
Got
no
’
lectric
lights
,
got
no
shower
baths
.
There
ain
’
t
no
books
,
an
’
the
food
’
s
lousy
.
’
Says
he
come
back
where
they
got
a
few
conveniences
an
’
he
eats
regular
.
He
says
it
makes
him
feel
lonesome
out
there
in
the
open
havin
’
to
think
what
to
do
next
.
So
he
stole
a
car
an
’
come
back
.
"
Joad
got
out
his
tobacco
and
blew
a
brown
paper
free
of
the
pack
and
rolled
a
cigarette
.
"
The
guy
’
s
right
,
too
,
"
he
said
.
"
Las
’
night
,
thinkin
’
where
I
’
m
gonna
sleep
,
I
got
scared
.
An
’
I
got
thinkin
’
about
my
bunk
,
an
’
I
wonder
what
the
stir
-
bug
I
got
for
a
cell
mate
is
doin
’
.
Me
an
’
some
guys
had
a
strang
band
goin
’
.
Good
one
.
Guy
said
we
ought
to
go
on
the
radio
.
An
’
this
mornin
’
I
didn
’
t
know
what
time
to
get
up
.
Jus
’
laid
there
waitin
’
for
the
bell
to
go
off
.
"
Casy
chuckled
.
"
Fella
can
get
so
he
misses
the
noise
of
a
saw
mill
.
"
The
yellowing
,
dusty
,
afternoon
light
put
a
golden
color
on
the
land
.
The
cornstalks
looked
golden
.
A
flight
of
swallows
swooped
overhead
toward
some
waterhole
.
The
turtle
in
Joad
’
s
coat
began
a
new
campaign
of
escape
.
Joad
creased
the
visor
of
his
cap
.
It
was
getting
the
long
protruding
curve
of
a
crow
’
s
beak
now
.
"
Guess
I
’
ll
mosey
along
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
hate
to
hit
the
sun
,
but
it
ain
’
t
so
bad
now
.
"
Casy
pulled
himself
together
.
"
I
ain
’
t
seen
ol
’
Tom
in
a
bug
’
s
age
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
was
gonna
look
in
on
him
anyways
.
I
brang
Jesus
to
your
folks
for
a
long
time
,
an
’
I
never
took
up
a
collection
nor
nothin
’
but
a
bite
to
eat
.
"
"
Come
along
,
"
said
Joad
.
"
Pa
’
ll
be
glad
to
see
you
.
He
always
said
you
got
too
long
a
pecker
for
a
preacher
.
"
He
picked
up
his
coat
roll
and
tightened
it
snugly
about
his
shoes
and
turtle
.
Casy
gathered
in
his
canvas
sneakers
and
shoved
his
bare
feet
into
them
.
"
I
ain
’
t
got
your
confidence
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
’
m
always
scared
there
’
s
wire
or
glass
under
the
dust
.
I
don
’
t
know
nothin
’
I
hate
so
much
as
a
cut
toe
.
"
They
hesitated
on
the
edge
of
the
shade
and
then
they
plunged
into
the
yellow
sunlight
like
two
swimmers
hastening
to
get
to
shore
.
After
a
few
fast
steps
they
slowed
to
a
gentle
,
thoughtful
pace
.
The
cornstalks
threw
gray
shadows
sideways
now
,
and
the
raw
smell
of
hot
dust
was
in
the
air
.
The
corn
field
ended
and
dark
green
cotton
took
its
place
,
dark
green
leaves
through
a
film
of
dust
,
and
the
bolls
forming
.
It
was
spotty
cotton
,
thick
in
the
low
places
where
water
had
stood
,
and
bare
on
the
high
places
.
The
plants
strove
against
the
sun
.
And
distance
,
toward
the
horizon
,
was
tan
to
invisibility
.
The
dust
road
stretched
out
ahead
of
them
,
waving
up
and
down
.
The
willows
of
a
stream
lined
across
the
west
,
and
to
the
northwest
a
fallow
section
was
going
back
to
sparse
brush
.
But
the
smell
of
burned
dust
was
in
the
air
,
and
the
air
was
dry
,
so
that
mucus
in
the
nose
dried
to
a
crust
,
and
the
eyes
watered
to
keep
the
eyeballs
from
drying
out
.
