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Al
got
up
.
«
I
’
m
gonna
walk
down
the
row
,
"
he
said
.
«
Better
see
the
truck
’
s
ready
to
go
,
"
Tom
warned
him
.
«
She
’
s
ready
.
»
«
If
she
ain
’
t
,
I
’
ll
turn
Ma
on
ya
.
»
«
She
’
s
ready
.
»
Al
strolled
jauntily
along
the
row
of
tents
.
Tom
sighed
.
«
I
’
m
a
-
gettin
’
tired
,
Ma
.
How
’
bout
makin
’
me
mad
?
»
«
You
got
more
sense
,
Tom
.
I
don
’
need
to
make
you
mad
.
I
got
to
lean
on
you
.
Them
others
—
they
’
re
kinda
strangers
,
all
but
you
.
You
won
’
t
give
up
,
Tom
.
»
The
job
fell
on
him
.
«
I
don
’
like
it
,
"
he
said
.
«
I
wanta
go
out
like
Al
.
An
’
I
wanta
get
mad
like
Pa
,
an
’
I
wanta
get
drunk
like
Uncle
John
.
»
Ma
shook
her
head
.
«
You
can
’
t
,
Tom
.
I
know
.
I
knowed
from
the
time
you
was
a
little
fella
.
You
can
’
t
.
They
’
s
some
folks
that
’
s
just
theirself
an
’
nothin
’
more
.
There
’
s
Al
—
he
’
s
jus
’
a
young
fella
after
a
girl
.
You
wasn
’
t
never
like
that
,
Tom
.
»
«
Sure
I
was
,
"
said
Tom
.
«
Still
am
.
»
«
No
you
ain
’
t
.
Ever
’
thing
you
do
is
more
’
n
you
.
When
they
sent
you
up
to
prison
I
knowed
it
.
You
’
re
spoke
for
.
»
«
Now
,
Ma
—
cut
it
out
.
It
ain
’
t
true
.
It
’
s
all
in
your
head
.
»
She
stacked
the
knives
and
forks
on
top
of
the
plates
.
«
Maybe
.
Maybe
it
’
s
in
my
head
.
Rosasharn
,
you
wipe
up
these
here
an
’
put
’
em
away
.
»
