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«
No
.
»
he
said
.
«
The
people
here
worked
me
out
of
a
job
.
They
keep
the
camp
clean
,
they
keep
order
,
they
do
everything
.
I
never
saw
such
people
.
They
’
re
making
clothes
in
the
meeting
hall
.
And
they
’
re
making
toys
.
Never
saw
such
people
.
»
Ma
looked
down
at
her
dirty
dress
.
«
We
ain
’
t
clean
yet
,
"
she
said
.
«
You
jus
’
can
’
t
keep
clean
a
-
travelin
’
.
»
«
Don
’
t
I
know
it
,
"
he
said
.
He
sniffed
the
air
.
«
Say
—
is
that
your
coffee
smells
so
good
?
»
Ma
smiled
.
«
Does
smell
nice
,
don
’
t
it
?
Outside
it
always
smells
nice
.
»
And
she
said
proudly
,
«
We
’
d
take
it
in
honor
’
f
you
’
d
have
some
breakfus
’
with
us
.
»
He
came
to
the
fire
and
squatted
on
his
hams
,
and
the
last
of
Ma
’
s
resistance
went
down
.
«
We
’
d
be
proud
to
have
ya
,
"
she
said
.
«
We
ain
’
t
got
much
that
’
s
nice
,
but
you
’
re
welcome
.
»
The
little
man
grinned
at
her
.
«
I
had
my
breakfast
.
But
I
’
d
sure
like
a
cup
of
that
coffee
.
Smells
so
good
.
»
«
Why
—
why
,
sure
.
»
«
Don
’
t
hurry
yourself
.
»
Ma
poured
a
tin
cup
of
coffee
from
the
gallon
can
.
She
said
,
«
We
ain
’
t
got
sugar
yet
.
Maybe
we
’
ll
get
some
today
.
If
you
need
sugar
,
it
won
’
t
taste
good
.
»
«
Never
use
sugar
,
"
he
said
.
«
Spoils
the
taste
of
good
coffee
.
»
