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"
Well
,
we
got
to
look
over
your
stuff
.
You
got
to
unload
.
"
Now
Ma
climbed
heavily
down
from
the
truck
.
Her
face
was
swollen
and
her
eyes
were
hard
.
"
Look
,
mister
.
We
got
a
sick
ol
’
lady
.
We
got
to
get
her
to
a
doctor
.
We
can
’
t
wait
.
"
She
seemed
to
fight
with
hysteria
.
"
You
can
’
t
make
us
wait
.
"
"
Yeah
?
Well
,
we
got
to
look
you
over
.
"
"
I
swear
we
ain
’
t
got
anything
!
"
Ma
cried
.
"
I
swear
it
.
An
’
Granma
’
s
awful
sick
.
"
"
You
don
’
t
look
so
good
yourself
,
"
the
officer
said
.
Ma
pulled
herself
up
the
back
of
the
truck
,
hoisted
herself
with
huge
strength
.
"
Look
,
"
she
said
.
The
officer
shot
a
flashlight
beam
up
on
the
old
shrunken
face
.
"
By
God
,
she
is
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
swear
you
got
no
seeds
or
fruits
or
vegetables
,
no
corn
,
no
oranges
?
"
"
No
,
no
.
I
swear
it
!
"
"
Then
go
ahead
.
You
can
get
a
doctor
in
Barstow
.
That
’
s
only
eight
miles
.
Go
on
ahead
.
"
