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Al
opened
his
eyes
and
looked
at
Tom
.
«
Well
,
for
Chris
’
sake
!
What
was
you
in
?
»
«
What
’
s
a
matter
?
»
Uncle
John
asked
.
Pa
clumped
in
.
«
They
was
open
all
right
.
»
He
put
a
tiny
bag
of
flour
and
his
package
of
lard
on
the
floor
beside
the
stove
.
«
’
S
’
a
matter
?
»
he
asked
.
Tom
braced
himself
on
one
elbow
for
a
moment
,
and
then
he
lay
back
.
«
Jesus
,
I
’
m
weak
.
I
’
m
gonna
tell
ya
once
.
So
I
’
ll
tell
all
of
ya
.
How
’
bout
the
kids
?
»
Ma
looked
at
them
,
huddled
against
the
wall
.
«
Go
wash
ya
face
.
»
«
No
,
"
Tom
said
,
«
They
got
to
hear
.
They
got
to
know
.
They
might
blab
if
they
don
’
t
know
.
»
«
What
the
hell
is
this
?
»
Pa
demanded
.
«
I
’
m
a
-
gonna
tell
.
Las
’
night
I
went
out
to
see
what
all
the
yellin
’
was
about
.
An
’
I
come
on
Casy
.
»
«
The
preacher
?
»
«
Yeah
,
Pa
.
The
preacher
,
on
’
y
he
was
a
-
leadin
’
the
strike
.
They
come
for
him
.
»
