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«
Hush
!
Jus
’
don
’
talk
.
»
She
set
her
bag
down
on
the
cold
stove
.
«
Didn
’
hardly
make
nothin
’
,
"
she
said
.
«
I
tol
’
you
,
we
’
re
gonna
get
outa
here
.
Tom
,
try
an
’
wrassle
me
some
wood
.
No
—
you
can
’
t
.
Here
,
we
got
on
’
y
this
one
box
lef
’
.
Break
it
up
.
I
tol
’
the
other
fellas
to
pick
up
some
sticks
on
the
way
out
.
Gonna
have
mush
an
’
a
little
sugar
on
.
»
Tom
got
up
and
stamped
the
last
box
to
small
pieces
.
Ma
carefully
built
her
fire
in
one
end
of
the
stove
,
conserving
the
flame
under
one
stove
hole
.
She
filled
a
kettle
with
water
and
put
it
over
the
flame
.
The
kettle
rattled
over
the
direct
fire
,
rattled
and
wheezed
.
«
How
was
it
pickin
’
today
?
»
Tom
asked
.
Ma
dipped
a
cup
into
her
bag
of
cornmeal
.
«
I
don
’
wanta
talk
about
it
.
I
was
thinkin
’
today
how
they
use
’
to
be
jokes
.
I
don
’
like
it
,
Tom
.
We
don
’
joke
no
more
.
When
they
’
s
a
joke
,
it
’
s
a
mean
bitter
joke
,
an
’
they
ain
’
t
no
fun
in
it
.
Fella
says
today
,
’
Depression
is
over
.
I
seen
a
jackrabbit
,
an
’
they
wasn
’
t
nobody
after
him
.
’
An
’
another
fella
says
,
’
That
ain
’
t
the
reason
.
Can
’
t
afford
to
kill
jackrabbits
no
more
.
Catch
’
em
and
milk
’
em
an
’
turn
’
em
loose
.
One
you
seen
prob
’
ly
gone
dry
.
’
That
’
s
how
I
mean
.
Ain
’
t
really
funny
,
not
funny
like
that
time
Uncle
John
converted
an
Injun
an
’
brang
him
home
,
an
’
that
Injun
et
his
way
clean
to
the
bottom
of
the
bean
bin
,
an
’
then
backslid
with
Uncle
John
’
s
whisky
.
Tom
,
put
a
rag
with
col
’
water
on
your
face
.
»
The
dusk
deepened
.
Ma
lighted
the
lantern
and
hung
it
on
a
nail
.
She
fed
the
fire
and
poured
cornmeal
gradually
into
the
hot
water
.
«
Rosasharn
,
"
she
said
,
«
can
you
stir
the
mush
?
»
Outside
there
was
a
patter
of
running
feet
.
The
door
burst
open
and
banged
against
the
wall
.
Ruthie
rushed
in
.
«
Ma
!
»
she
cried
.
«
Ma
.
Winfiel
’
got
a
fit
!
»
«
Where
?
Tell
me
!
»
Ruthie
panted
,
«
Go
white
an
’
fell
down
.
Et
so
many
peaches
he
skittered
hisself
all
day
.
Jus
’
fell
down
.
White
!
»
«
Take
me
!
»
Ma
demanded
.
«
Rosasharn
,
you
watch
that
mush
.
»
She
went
out
with
Ruthie
.
She
ran
heavily
up
the
street
behind
the
little
girl
.
Three
men
walked
toward
her
in
the
dusk
,
and
the
center
man
carried
Winfield
in
his
arms
.
Ma
ran
up
to
them
.
«
He
’
s
mine
,
"
she
cried
.
«
Give
’
im
to
me
.
»
