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«
Look
,
mister
,
"
Al
said
.
«
We
got
a
good
job
offered
if
we
get
there
tonight
.
If
we
don
’
t
,
we
miss
out
.
Be
a
good
fella
.
»
«
Well
,
O
.
K
.
You
sign
her
over
to
me
.
»
Al
got
out
and
walked
around
the
nose
of
the
Hudson
.
«
Sure
I
will
,
"
he
said
.
He
unscrewed
the
water
cap
and
filled
the
radiator
.
«
Two
,
you
say
?
»
«
Yeah
,
two
.
»
«
Which
way
you
goin
’
?
»
«
South
.
We
got
a
job
.
»
«
Yeah
?
Jobs
is
scarce
—
reg
’
lar
jobs
.
»
«
We
got
a
frien
’
,
"
Al
said
.
«
Job
’
s
all
waitin
’
for
us
.
Well
,
so
long
.
»
The
truck
swung
around
and
bumped
over
the
dirt
street
into
the
road
.
The
feeble
headlight
jiggled
over
the
way
,
and
the
right
headlight
blinked
on
and
off
from
a
bad
connection
.
At
every
jolt
the
loose
pots
and
pans
in
the
truck
-
bed
jangled
and
crashed
.
Rose
of
Sharon
moaned
softly
.
«
Feel
bad
?
»
Uncle
John
asked
.
«
Yeah
!
Feel
bad
all
a
time
.
Wisht
I
could
set
still
in
a
nice
place
.
Wisht
we
was
home
an
’
never
come
.
Connie
wouldn
’
a
went
away
if
we
was
home
.
He
would
a
studied
up
an
’
got
someplace
.
»
Neither
Al
nor
Uncle
John
answered
her
.
They
were
embarrassed
about
Connie
.
