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They
ate
the
fried
dough
so
hot
that
it
sizzled
in
their
mouths
.
And
they
tossed
the
coffee
down
and
filled
their
cups
and
drank
more
coffee
.
Uncle
John
shook
his
head
over
his
plate
.
«
Don
’
t
look
like
we
’
re
a
-
gonna
get
shet
of
this
here
.
I
bet
it
’
s
my
sin
.
»
«
Oh
,
shut
up
!
»
Pa
cried
.
«
We
ain
’
t
got
time
for
your
sin
now
.
Come
on
now
.
Le
’
s
get
out
to
her
.
Kids
,
you
come
he
’
p
.
Ma
’
s
right
.
We
got
to
go
outa
here
.
»
When
they
were
gone
,
Ma
took
a
plate
and
a
cup
to
Tom
.
«
Better
eat
a
little
somepin
.
»
«
I
can
’
t
,
Ma
.
I
’
m
so
darn
sore
I
couldn
’
chew
.
»
«
You
better
try
.
»
«
No
,
I
can
’
t
,
Ma
.
»
She
sat
down
on
the
edge
of
his
mattress
.
«
You
got
to
tell
me
,
"
she
said
.
«
I
got
to
figger
how
it
was
.
I
got
to
keep
straight
.
What
was
Casy
a
-
doin
’
?
Why
’
d
they
kill
’
im
?
»
«
He
was
jus
’
standin
’
there
with
the
lights
on
’
im
.
»
«
What
’
d
he
say
?
Can
ya
’
member
what
he
says
?
»
Tom
said
,
«
Sure
.
Casy
said
,
’
You
got
no
right
to
starve
people
.
’
An
’
then
this
heavy
fella
called
him
a
red
son
-
of
-
a
-
bitch
.
An
’
Casy
says
,
’
You
don
’
know
what
you
’
re
a
-
doin
’
.
’
An
’
then
this
guy
smashed
’
im
.
»
