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Joad
stopped
at
the
step
,
a
twelve
-
by
-
twelve
timber
.
"
Doorstep
’
s
here
,
"
he
said
.
"
But
they
’
re
gone
—
or
Ma
’
s
dead
.
"
He
pointed
to
the
low
gate
across
the
front
door
.
"
If
Ma
was
anywheres
about
,
that
gate
’
d
be
shut
an
’
hooked
.
That
’
s
one
thing
she
always
done
—
seen
that
gate
was
shut
.
"
His
eyes
were
warm
.
"
Ever
since
the
pig
got
in
over
to
Jacobs
’
an
’
et
the
baby
.
Milly
Jacobs
was
jus
’
out
in
the
barn
.
She
come
in
while
the
pig
was
still
eatin
’
it
.
Well
,
Milly
Jacobs
was
in
a
family
way
,
an
’
she
went
ravin
’
.
Never
did
get
over
it
.
Touched
ever
since
.
But
Ma
took
a
lesson
from
it
.
She
never
lef
’
that
pig
gate
open
’
less
she
was
in
the
house
herself
.
Never
did
forget
.
No
—
they
’
re
gone
—
or
dead
.
"
He
climbed
to
the
split
porch
and
looked
into
the
kitchen
.
The
windows
were
broken
out
,
and
throwing
rocks
lay
on
the
floor
,
and
the
floor
and
walls
sagged
steeply
away
from
the
door
,
and
the
sifted
dust
was
on
the
boards
.
Joad
pointed
to
the
broken
glass
and
the
rocks
.
"
Kids
,
"
he
said
.
"
They
’
ll
go
twenty
miles
to
bust
a
window
.
I
done
it
myself
.
They
know
when
a
house
is
empty
,
they
know
.
That
’
s
the
fust
thing
kids
do
when
folks
move
out
.
"
The
kitchen
was
empty
of
furniture
,
stove
gone
and
the
round
stovepipe
hole
in
the
wall
showing
light
.
On
the
sink
shelf
lay
an
old
beer
opener
and
a
broken
fork
with
its
wooden
handle
gone
.
Joad
slipped
cautiously
into
the
room
,
and
the
floor
groaned
under
his
weight
.
An
old
copy
of
the
Philadelphia
Ledger
was
on
the
floor
against
the
wall
,
its
pages
yellow
and
curling
.
Joad
looked
into
the
bedroom
—
no
bed
,
no
chairs
,
nothing
.
On
the
wall
a
picture
of
an
Indian
girl
in
color
,
labeled
Red
Wing
.
A
bed
slat
leaning
against
the
wall
,
and
in
one
corner
a
woman
’
s
high
button
shoe
,
curled
up
at
the
toe
and
broken
over
the
instep
.
Joad
picked
it
up
and
looked
at
it
.
"
I
remember
this
,
"
he
said
.
"
This
was
Ma
’
s
.
It
’
s
all
wore
out
now
.
Ma
liked
them
shoes
.
Had
’
em
for
years
.
No
,
they
’
ve
went
—
an
’
took
ever
’
thing
.
"
The
sun
had
lowered
until
it
came
through
the
angled
end
windows
now
,
and
it
flashed
on
the
edges
of
the
broken
glass
.
Joad
turned
at
last
and
went
out
and
crossed
the
porch
.
He
sat
down
on
the
edge
of
it
and
rested
his
bare
feet
on
the
twelve
-
by
-
twelve
step
.
The
evening
light
was
on
the
fields
,
and
the
cotton
plants
threw
long
shadows
on
the
ground
,
and
the
molting
willow
tree
threw
a
long
shadow
.
Casy
sat
down
beside
Joad
.
"
They
never
wrote
you
nothin
’
?
"
he
asked
.
"
No
.
Like
I
said
,
they
wasn
’
t
people
to
write
.
Pa
could
write
,
but
he
wouldn
’
t
.
Didn
’
t
like
to
.
It
give
him
the
shivers
to
write
.
He
could
work
out
a
catalogue
order
as
good
as
the
nex
’
fella
,
but
he
wouldn
’
t
write
no
letters
just
for
ducks
.
"
They
sat
side
by
side
,
staring
off
into
the
distance
.
Joad
laid
his
rolled
coat
on
the
porch
beside
him
.
His
independent
hands
rolled
a
cigarette
,
smoothed
it
and
lighted
it
,
and
he
inhaled
deeply
and
blew
the
smoke
out
through
his
nose
.
"
Somepin
’
s
wrong
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
can
’
t
put
my
finger
on
her
.
I
got
an
itch
that
somepin
’
s
wronger
’
n
hell
.
Just
this
house
pushed
aroun
’
an
’
my
folks
gone
.
"
Casy
said
,
"
Right
over
there
the
ditch
was
,
where
I
done
the
baptizin
’
.
You
wasn
’
t
mean
,
but
you
was
tough
.
Hung
onto
that
little
girl
’
s
pigtail
like
a
bulldog
.
We
baptize
’
you
both
in
the
name
of
the
Holy
Ghos
’
,
and
still
you
hung
on
.
Ol
’
Tom
says
,
’
Hol
’
’
im
under
water
.
’
So
I
shove
your
head
down
till
you
start
to
bubblin
’
before
you
’
d
let
go
a
that
pigtail
.
You
wasn
’
t
mean
,
but
you
was
tough
.
Sometimes
a
tough
kid
grows
up
with
a
big
jolt
of
the
sperit
in
him
.
"
A
lean
gray
cat
came
sneaking
out
of
the
barn
and
crept
through
the
cotton
plants
to
the
end
of
the
porch
.
It
leaped
silently
up
to
the
porch
and
crept
low
-
belly
toward
the
men
.
It
came
to
a
place
between
and
behind
the
two
,
and
then
it
sat
down
,
and
its
tail
stretched
out
straight
and
flat
to
the
floor
,
and
the
last
inch
of
it
flicked
.
The
cat
sat
and
looked
off
into
the
distance
where
the
men
were
looking
.
Joad
glanced
around
at
it
.
"
By
God
!
Look
who
’
s
here
.
Somebody
stayed
.
"
He
put
out
his
hand
,
but
the
cat
leaped
away
out
of
reach
and
sat
down
and
licked
the
pads
of
its
lifted
paw
.
Joad
looked
at
it
,
and
his
face
was
puzzled
.
"
I
know
what
’
s
the
matter
,
"
he
cried
.
"
That
cat
jus
’
made
me
figger
what
’
s
wrong
.
"
"
Seems
to
me
there
’
s
lots
wrong
,
"
said
Casy
.
