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«
Oughta
get
some
sleep
,
"
said
Al
.
«
But
,
hell
,
I
can
’
t
keep
my
han
’
s
out
of
a
tore
-
down
car
.
Jus
’
got
to
git
in
.
»
«
Well
,
I
’
d
admire
to
git
a
hand
,
"
said
the
young
man
.
«
My
name
’
s
Floyd
Knowles
.
»
«
I
’
m
Al
Joad
.
»
«
Proud
to
meet
ya
.
»
«
Me
too
,
"
said
Al
.
«
Gonna
use
the
same
gasket
?
»
«
Got
to
,
"
said
Floyd
.
Al
took
out
his
pocket
knife
and
scraped
at
the
block
.
«
Jesus
!
»
he
said
.
«
They
ain
’
t
nothin
’
I
love
like
the
guts
of
a
engine
.
»
«
How
’
bout
girls
?
»
«
Yeah
,
girls
too
!
Wisht
I
could
tear
down
a
Rolls
an
’
put
her
back
.
I
looked
under
the
hood
of
a
Cad
’
16
one
time
an
’
,
God
Awmighty
,
you
never
seen
nothin
’
so
sweet
in
your
life
!
In
Sallisaw
—
an
’
here
’
s
this
16
a
-
standin
’
in
front
of
a
restaurant
,
so
I
lifts
the
hood
.
An
’
a
guy
comes
out
an
’
says
,
’
What
the
hell
you
doin
’
?
’
I
says
,
’
Jus
’
lookin
’
.
Ain
’
t
she
swell
?
’
An
’
he
jus
’
stands
there
.
I
don
’
t
think
he
ever
looked
in
her
before
.
Jus
’
stands
there
.
Rich
fella
in
a
straw
hat
.
Got
a
stripe
’
shirt
on
,
an
’
eye
glasses
.
We
don
’
say
nothin
’
.
Jus
’
look
.
An
’
purty
soon
he
says
,
’
How
’
d
you
like
to
drive
her
?
’
"
