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«
You
can
’
t
eat
on
that
.
»
«
I
know
,
"
Tom
said
wearily
.
«
That
’
s
why
they
struck
.
Well
,
I
think
they
bust
the
strike
las
’
night
.
We
’
ll
maybe
be
gettin
’
two
an
’
a
half
cents
today
.
»
«
Why
,
the
sons
-
a
-
bitches
—
"
«
Yeah
!
Pa
.
You
see
?
Casy
was
still
a
—
good
man
.
Goddamn
it
,
I
can
’
t
get
that
pitcher
outa
my
head
.
Him
layin
’
there
—
head
jus
’
crushed
flat
an
’
oozin
’
.
Jesus
!
»
He
covered
his
eyes
with
his
hand
.
«
Well
,
what
we
gonna
do
?
»
Uncle
John
asked
.
Al
was
standing
up
now
.
«
Well
,
by
God
,
I
know
what
I
’
m
gonna
do
.
I
’
m
gonna
get
out
of
it
.
»
«
No
,
you
ain
’
t
,
Al
,
"
Tom
said
.
«
We
need
you
now
.
I
’
m
the
one
.
I
’
m
a
danger
now
.
Soon
’
s
I
get
on
my
feet
I
got
to
go
.
»
Ma
worked
at
the
stove
.
Her
head
was
half
turned
to
hear
.
She
put
grease
in
the
frying
pan
,
and
when
it
whispered
with
heat
,
she
spooned
the
dough
into
it
.
Tom
went
on
,
«
You
got
to
stay
,
Al
.
You
got
to
take
care
a
the
truck
.
»
«
Well
,
I
don
’
like
it
.
»
«
Can
’
t
help
it
,
Al
.
It
’
s
your
folks
.
You
can
help
’
em
.
I
’
m
a
danger
to
’
em
.
»
Al
grumbled
angrily
.
«
I
don
’
know
why
I
ain
’
t
let
to
get
me
a
job
in
a
garage
.
»
«
Later
,
maybe
.
»
