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«
Easy
,
"
Tom
warned
him
.
«
She
’
ll
blow
up
if
you
crowd
her
.
We
got
to
get
there
.
Might
even
get
in
some
work
today
.
»
Ma
said
excitedly
,
«
With
four
men
a
-
workin
’
maybe
I
can
get
some
credit
right
off
.
Fust
thing
I
’
ll
get
is
coffee
,
’
cause
you
been
wanting
that
,
an
’
then
some
flour
an
’
bakin
’
powder
an
’
some
meat
.
Better
not
get
no
side
-
meat
right
off
.
Save
that
for
later
.
Maybe
Sat
’
dy
.
An
’
soap
.
Got
to
get
soap
.
Wonder
where
we
’
ll
stay
.
»
She
babbled
on
.
«
An
’
milk
.
I
’
ll
get
some
milk
’
cause
Rosasharn
,
she
ought
to
have
milk
.
The
lady
nurse
says
that
.
»
A
snake
wriggled
across
the
warm
highway
.
Al
zipped
over
and
ran
it
down
and
came
back
to
his
own
lane
.
«
Gopher
snake
,
"
said
Tom
.
«
You
oughtn
’
t
to
done
that
.
»
«
I
hate
’
em
,
"
said
Al
gaily
.
«
Hate
all
kinds
.
Give
me
the
stomach
-
quake
.
»
The
forenoon
traffic
on
the
highway
increased
,
salesmen
in
shiny
coupes
with
the
insignia
of
their
companies
painted
on
the
doors
,
red
and
white
gasoline
trucks
dragging
clinking
chains
behind
them
,
great
square
-
doored
vans
from
wholesale
grocery
houses
,
delivering
produce
.
The
country
was
rich
along
the
roadside
.
There
were
orchards
,
heavy
leafed
in
their
prime
,
and
vineyards
with
the
long
green
crawlers
carpeting
the
ground
between
the
rows
.
There
were
melon
patches
and
grain
fields
.
White
houses
stood
in
the
greenery
,
roses
growing
over
them
.
And
the
sun
was
gold
and
warm
.
In
the
front
seat
of
the
truck
Ma
and
Tom
and
Al
were
overcome
with
happiness
.
«
I
ain
’
t
really
felt
so
good
for
a
long
time
,
"
Ma
said
.
«
’
F
we
pick
plenty
peaches
we
might
get
a
house
,
pay
rent
even
,
for
a
couple
months
.
We
got
to
have
a
house
.
»
Al
said
,
«
I
’
m
a
-
gonna
save
up
.
I
’
ll
save
up
an
’
then
I
’
m
a
-
goin
’
in
a
town
an
’
get
me
a
job
in
a
garage
.
Live
in
a
room
an
’
eat
in
restaurants
.
Go
to
the
movin
’
pitchers
ever
’
damn
night
.
Don
’
cost
much
.
Cowboy
pitchers
.
»
His
hands
tightened
on
the
wheel
.
The
radiator
bubbled
and
hissed
steam
.
«
Did
you
fill
her
up
?
»
Tom
asked
.
«
Yeah
.
Wind
’
s
kinda
behind
us
.
That
’
s
what
makes
her
boil
.
»
«
It
’
s
a
awful
nice
day
,
"
Tom
said
.
«
Use
’
ta
work
there
in
