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Tom
grabbed
her
arm
and
shook
her
roughly
and
loosely
,
and
he
laughed
.
He
sat
down
on
the
ground
,
still
laughing
.
"
My
God
,
Ma
.
I
knowed
you
when
you
was
gentle
.
What
’
s
come
over
you
?
"
She
looked
serious
.
"
I
don
’
know
,
Tom
.
"
"
Fust
you
stan
’
us
off
with
a
jack
handle
,
and
now
you
try
to
hit
a
cop
.
"
He
laughed
softly
,
and
he
reached
out
and
patted
her
bare
foot
tenderly
.
"
A
ol
’
hell
-
cat
,
"
he
said
.
"
Tom
.
"
"
Yeah
?
"
She
hesitated
a
long
time
.
"
Tom
,
this
here
policeman
—
he
called
us
—
Okies
.
He
says
,
’
We
don
’
want
you
goddamn
Okies
settlin
’
down
.
’
"
Tom
studied
her
,
and
his
hand
still
rested
gently
on
her
bare
foot
.
"
Fella
tol
’
about
that
,
"
he
said
.
"
Fella
tol
’
how
they
say
it
.
"
He
considered
,
"
Ma
,
would
you
say
I
was
a
bad
fella
?
Oughta
be
locked
up
—
like
that
?
"
"
No
,
"
she
said
.
"
You
been
tried
—
No
.
What
you
ast
me
for
?
"
"
Well
,
I
dunno
.
I
’
d
a
took
a
sock
at
that
cop
.
"
Ma
smiled
with
amusement
.
"
Maybe
I
oughta
ast
you
that
,
’
cause
I
nearly
hit
’
im
with
a
skillet
.
"
