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«
Here
’
s
John
,
"
said
Pa
.
«
Come
on
an
’
set
,
John
.
»
Uncle
John
joined
them
.
He
squatted
down
in
front
of
Ma
.
«
We
didn
’
get
nowheres
,
"
he
said
.
«
Jus
’
run
aroun
’
Say
,
Al
wants
to
see
ya
.
Says
he
got
to
git
a
tire
.
Only
one
layer
a
cloth
lef
’
,
he
says
.
»
Pa
stood
up
.
«
I
hope
he
can
git
her
cheap
.
We
ain
’
t
got
much
lef
’
.
Where
is
Al
?
»
«
Down
there
,
to
the
nex
’
cross
-
street
an
’
turn
right
.
Says
gonna
blow
out
an
’
spoil
a
tube
if
we
don
’
get
a
new
one
.
»
Pa
strolled
away
,
and
his
eyes
followed
the
giant
V
of
ducks
down
the
sky
.
Uncle
John
picked
a
stone
from
the
ground
and
dropped
it
from
his
palm
and
picked
it
up
again
.
He
did
not
look
at
Ma
.
«
They
ain
’
t
no
work
,
"
he
said
.
«
You
didn
’
look
all
over
,
"
Ma
said
.
«
No
,
but
they
’
s
signs
out
.
»
«
Well
,
Tom
musta
got
work
.
He
ain
’
t
been
back
.
»
Uncle
John
suggested
,
«
Maybe
he
went
away
—
like
Connie
,
or
like
Noah
.
»
Ma
glanced
sharply
at
him
,
and
then
her
eyes
softened
.
«
They
’
s
things
you
know
,
"
she
said
.
«
They
’
s
stuff
you
’
re
sure
of
.
Tom
’
s
got
work
,
an
’
he
’
ll
come
in
this
evenin
’
.
That
’
s
true
.
»
She
smiled
in
satisfaction
.
«
Ain
’
t
he
a
fine
boy
!
»
she
said
.
«
Ain
’
t
he
a
good
boy
!
»
