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«
I
know
that
.
An
’
I
don
’
t
need
no
safety
razor
,
neither
.
Stuff
settin
’
out
there
,
you
jus
’
feel
like
buyin
’
it
whether
you
need
it
or
not
.
»
Ma
called
,
«
Come
on
.
We
got
ever
’
thing
.
»
She
carried
a
bag
.
Uncle
John
and
Pa
each
took
a
package
.
Outside
Ruthie
and
Winfield
were
waiting
,
their
eyes
strained
,
their
cheeks
puffed
and
full
of
Cracker
Jack
.
«
Won
’
t
eat
no
supper
,
I
bet
,
"
Ma
said
.
People
streamed
toward
the
boxcar
camp
.
The
tents
were
lighted
.
Smoke
poured
from
the
stovepipes
.
The
Joads
climbed
up
their
cat
-
walk
and
into
their
end
of
the
boxcar
.
Rose
of
Sharon
sat
on
a
box
beside
the
stove
.
She
had
a
fire
started
,
and
the
tin
stove
was
wine
-
colored
with
heat
.
«
Did
ya
get
milk
?
»
she
demanded
.
«
Yeah
.
Right
here
.
»
«
Give
it
to
me
.
I
ain
’
t
had
any
sence
noon
.
»
«
She
thinks
it
’
s
like
medicine
.
»
«
That
nurse
-
lady
says
so
.
»
«
You
got
potatoes
ready
?
»
