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Al
parked
the
truck
close
to
the
door
of
the
little
house
.
The
family
came
down
from
the
top
of
the
truck
and
looked
about
in
bewilderment
.
Two
deputies
approached
.
They
looked
closely
into
each
face
.
«
Name
?
»
«
Joad
,
"
Tom
said
impatiently
.
«
Say
,
what
is
this
here
?
»
One
of
the
deputies
took
out
a
long
list
.
«
Not
here
.
Ever
see
these
here
?
Look
at
the
license
.
Nope
.
Ain
’
t
got
it
.
Guess
they
’
re
O
.
K
.
»
«
Now
you
look
here
.
We
don
’
t
want
no
trouble
with
you
.
Jes
’
do
your
work
and
mind
your
own
business
and
you
’
ll
be
all
right
.
»
The
two
turned
abruptly
and
walked
away
.
At
the
end
of
the
dusty
street
they
sat
down
on
two
boxes
and
their
position
commanded
the
length
of
the
street
.
Tom
stared
after
them
.
«
They
sure
do
wanta
make
us
feel
at
home
.
»
Ma
opened
the
door
of
the
house
and
stepped
inside
.
The
floor
was
splashed
with
grease
.
In
the
one
room
stood
a
rusty
tin
stove
and
nothing
more
.
The
tin
stove
rested
on
four
bricks
and
its
rusty
stovepipe
went
up
through
the
roof
.
The
room
smelled
of
sweat
and
grease
.
Rose
of
Sharon
stood
beside
Ma
.
«
We
gonna
live
here
?
»
Ma
was
silent
for
a
moment
.
«
Why
sure
,
"
she
said
at
last
.
«
It
ain
’
t
so
bad
once
we
wash
it
out
.
Get
her
mopped
.
»
«
I
like
the
tent
better
,
"
the
girl
said
.
«
This
got
a
floor
,
"
Ma
suggested
.
«
This
here
wouldn
’
leak
when
it
rains
.
»
She
turned
to
the
door
.
«
Might
as
well
unload
,
"
she
said
.
The
men
unloaded
the
truck
silently
.
A
fear
had
fallen
on
them
.
The
great
square
of
boxes
was
silent
.
A
woman
went
by
in
the
street
,
but
she
did
not
look
at
them
.
Her
head
was
sunk
and
her
dirty
gingham
dress
was
frayed
at
the
bottom
in
little
flags
.
The
pall
had
fallen
on
Ruthie
and
Winfield
.
They
did
not
dash
away
to
inspect
the
place
.
They
stayed
close
to
the
truck
,
close
to
the
family
.
They
looked
forlornly
up
and
down
the
dusty
street
.
Winfield
found
a
piece
of
baling
wire
and
he
bent
it
back
and
forth
until
it
broke
.
He
made
a
little
crank
of
the
shortest
piece
and
turned
it
around
and
around
in
his
hands
.
