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Ma
studied
him
.
Her
hand
went
blindly
out
and
put
the
little
bag
of
sugar
on
the
pile
in
her
arm
.
«
Thanks
to
you
,
"
she
said
quietly
.
She
started
for
the
door
,
and
when
she
reached
it
,
she
turned
about
.
«
I
’
m
learnin
’
one
thing
good
,
"
she
said
.
«
Learnin
’
it
all
a
time
,
ever
’
day
.
If
you
’
re
in
trouble
or
hurt
or
need
—
go
to
poor
people
.
They
’
re
the
only
ones
that
’
ll
help
—
the
only
ones
.
»
The
screen
door
slammed
behind
her
.
The
little
man
leaned
his
elbows
on
the
counter
and
looked
after
her
with
his
surprised
eyes
.
A
plump
tortoise
shell
cat
leaped
up
on
the
counter
and
stalked
lazily
near
to
him
.
It
rubbed
sideways
against
his
arms
,
and
he
reached
out
with
his
hand
and
pulled
it
against
his
cheek
.
The
cat
purred
loudly
,
and
the
tip
of
its
tail
jerked
back
and
forth
.
Tom
and
Al
and
Pa
and
Uncle
John
walked
in
from
the
orchard
when
the
dusk
was
deep
.
Their
feet
were
a
little
heavy
against
the
road
.
«
You
wouldn
’
think
jus
’
reachin
’
up
an
’
pickin
’
d
get
you
in
the
back
,
"
Pa
said
.
«
Be
awright
in
a
couple
days
,
"
said
Tom
.
«
Say
,
Pa
,
after
we
eat
I
’
m
a
-
gonna
walk
out
an
’
see
what
all
that
fuss
is
outside
the
gate
.
It
’
s
been
a
-
workin
’
on
me
.
Wanta
come
?
»
«
No
,
"
said
Pa
.
«
I
like
to
have
a
little
while
to
jus
’
work
an
’
not
think
about
nothin
’
.
Seems
like
I
jus
’
been
beatin
’
my
brains
to
death
for
a
hell
of
a
long
time
.
No
,
I
’
m
gonna
set
awhile
,
an
’
then
go
to
bed
.
»
«
How
’
bout
you
,
Al
?
»
Al
looked
away
.
«
Guess
I
’
ll
look
aroun
’
in
here
,
first
.
»
he
said
.
«
Well
,
I
know
Uncle
John
won
’
t
come
.
Guess
I
’
ll
go
her
alone
.
Got
me
all
curious
.
»
Pa
said
,
«
I
’
ll
get
a
hell
of
a
lot
curiouser
’
fore
I
’
ll
do
anything
about
it
—
with
all
them
cops
out
there
.
»
«
Maybe
they
ain
’
t
there
at
night
,
"
Tom
suggested
.
«
Well
,
I
ain
’
t
gonna
find
out
.
An
’
you
better
not
tell
Ma
where
you
’
re
a
-
goin
’
.
She
’
ll
jus
’
squirt
her
head
off
worryin
’
.
»
Tom
turned
to
Al
.
«
Ain
’
t
you
curious
?
»
«
Guess
I
’
ll
jes
’
look
aroun
’
this
here
camp
,
"
Al
said
.
«
Lookin
’
for
girls
,
huh
?
»
«
Mindin
’
my
own
business
,
"
Al
said
acidly
.
«
I
’
m
still
a
-
goin
’
,
"
said
Tom
.
They
emerged
from
the
orchard
into
the
dusty
street
between
the
red
shacks
.
The
low
yellow
light
of
kerosene
lanterns
shone
from
some
of
the
doorways
,
and
inside
,
in
the
half
-
gloom
,
the
black
shapes
of
people
moved
about
.
At
the
end
of
the
street
a
guard
still
sat
,
his
shotgun
resting
against
his
knee
.
