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«
Is
it
bad
?
»
Ma
called
.
«
No
,
not
bad
,
but
we
got
to
fix
her
.
»
The
family
piled
down
from
the
top
of
the
truck
.
«
Puncture
?
»
Pa
asked
,
and
then
he
saw
the
tire
and
was
silent
.
Tom
moved
Ma
from
the
seat
and
got
the
can
of
tire
patch
from
underneath
the
cushion
.
He
unrolled
the
rubber
patch
and
took
out
the
tube
of
cement
,
squeezed
it
gently
.
«
She
’
s
almos
’
dry
,
"
he
said
.
«
Maybe
they
’
s
enough
.
Awright
,
Al
.
Block
the
back
wheels
.
Le
’
s
get
her
jacked
up
.
»
Tom
and
Al
worked
well
together
.
They
put
stones
behind
the
wheels
,
put
the
jack
under
the
front
axle
,
and
lifted
the
weight
off
the
limp
casing
.
They
ripped
off
the
casing
.
They
found
the
hole
,
dipped
a
rag
in
the
gas
tank
and
washed
the
tube
around
the
hole
.
And
then
,
while
Al
held
the
tube
tight
over
his
knee
,
Tom
tore
the
cement
tube
in
two
and
spread
the
little
fluid
thinly
on
the
rubber
with
his
pocket
knife
.
He
scraped
the
gum
delicately
.
«
Now
let
her
dry
while
I
cut
a
patch
.
»
He
trimmed
and
beveled
the
edge
of
the
blue
patch
.
Al
held
the
tube
tight
while
Tom
put
the
patch
tenderly
in
place
.
«
There
!
Now
bring
her
to
the
running
board
while
I
tap
her
with
a
hammer
.
»
He
pounded
the
patch
carefully
,
then
stretched
the
tube
and
watched
the
edges
of
the
patch
.
«
There
she
is
!
She
’
s
gonna
hold
.
Stick
her
on
the
rim
an
’
we
’
ll
pump
her
up
.
Looks
like
you
keep
your
buck
,
Ma
.
»
Al
said
,
«
I
wisht
we
had
a
spare
.
We
got
to
get
us
a
spare
,
Tom
,
on
a
rim
an
’
all
pumped
up
.
Then
we
can
fix
a
puncture
at
night
.
»
«
When
we
get
money
for
a
spare
we
’
ll
get
us
some
coffee
an
’
side
-
meat
instead
,
"
Tom
said
.
The
light
morning
traffic
buzzed
by
on
the
highway
,
and
the
sun
grew
warm
and
bright
.
A
wind
,
gentle
and
sighing
,
blew
in
puffs
from
the
southwest
,
and
the
mountains
on
both
sides
of
the
great
valley
were
indistinct
in
a
pearly
mist
.
Tom
was
pumping
at
the
tire
when
a
roadster
,
coming
from
the
north
,
stopped
on
the
other
side
of
the
road
.
A
brown
-
faced
man
dressed
in
a
light
gray
business
suit
got
out
and
walked
across
to
the
truck
.
He
was
bareheaded
.
He
smiled
,
and
his
teeth
were
very
white
against
his
brown
skin
.
He
wore
a
massive
gold
wedding
ring
on
the
third
finger
of
his
left
hand
.
A
little
gold
football
hung
on
a
slender
chain
across
his
vest
.
«
Morning
,
"
he
said
pleasantly
.
Tom
stopped
pumping
and
looked
up
.
