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Got
to
think
about
other
stuff
.
Think
about
when
you
’
ll
go
to
school
.
»
«
I
don
’
t
wanta
go
to
no
school
.
Ruthie
don
’
t
,
neither
.
Them
kids
that
goes
to
school
,
we
seen
’
em
,
Ma
.
Snots
!
Calls
us
Okies
.
We
seen
’
em
.
I
ain
’
t
a
-
goin
’
.
»
Ma
looked
pityingly
down
on
his
straw
hair
.
«
Don
’
give
us
no
trouble
right
now
,
"
she
begged
.
«
Soon
’
s
we
get
on
our
feet
,
you
can
be
bad
.
But
not
now
.
We
got
too
much
,
now
.
»
«
I
et
six
of
them
peaches
,
"
Ruthie
said
.
«
Well
,
you
’
ll
have
the
skitters
.
An
’
it
ain
’
t
close
to
no
toilet
where
we
are
.
»
The
company
’
s
store
was
a
large
shed
of
corrugated
iron
.
It
had
no
display
window
.
Ma
opened
the
screen
door
and
went
in
.
A
tiny
man
stood
behind
the
counter
.
He
was
completely
bald
,
and
his
head
was
blue
-
white
.
Large
,
brown
eye
-
brows
covered
his
eyes
in
such
a
high
arch
that
his
face
seemed
surprised
and
a
little
frightened
.
His
nose
was
long
and
thin
,
and
curved
like
a
bird
’
s
beak
,
and
his
nostrils
were
blocked
with
light
brown
hair
.
Over
the
sleeves
of
his
blue
shirt
he
wore
black
sateen
sleeve
protectors
.
He
was
leaning
on
his
elbows
on
the
counter
when
Ma
entered
.
«
Afternoon
,
"
she
said
.
He
inspected
her
with
interest
.
The
arch
over
his
eyes
became
higher
.
«
Howdy
.
»
«
I
got
a
slip
here
for
a
dollar
.
»
«
You
can
get
a
dollar
’
s
worth
,
"
he
said
,
and
he
giggled
shrilly
.
«
Yes
,
sir
.
A
dollar
’
s
worth
.
One
dollar
’
s
worth
.
»
He
moved
his
hand
at
the
stock
.
«
Any
of
it
.
»
He
pulled
his
sleeve
protectors
up
neatly
.
«
Thought
I
’
d
get
a
piece
of
meat
.
»
«
Got
all
kinds
,
"
he
said
.
