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Ruthie
’
s
body
hurtled
across
the
car
.
She
grabbed
Ma
around
the
middle
and
buried
her
head
in
Ma
’
s
stomach
,
and
her
strangled
sobs
shook
her
whole
body
.
Ma
tried
to
loosen
her
,
but
the
grubby
fingers
clung
tight
.
Ma
brushed
the
hair
on
the
back
of
her
head
gently
,
and
she
patted
her
shoulders
.
«
Hush
,
"
she
said
.
«
You
didn
’
know
.
»
Ruthie
raised
her
dirty
,
tear
-
stained
,
bloody
face
.
«
They
stoled
my
Cracker
Jack
!
»
she
cried
.
«
That
big
son
-
of
-
a
-
bitch
of
a
girl
,
she
belted
me
—
"
She
went
off
into
hard
crying
again
.
«
Hush
!
»
Ma
said
.
«
Don
’
t
talk
like
that
.
Here
.
Let
go
.
I
’
m
a
-
goin
’
now
.
»
«
Whyn
’
t
ya
whup
her
,
Ma
?
If
she
didn
’
t
git
snotty
with
her
Cracker
Jack
’
twouldn
’
a
happened
.
Go
on
,
give
her
a
whup
.
»
«
You
jus
’
min
’
your
business
,
mister
,
"
Ma
said
fiercely
.
«
You
’
ll
git
a
whup
yourself
.
Now
leggo
,
Ruthie
.
»
Winfield
retired
to
a
rolled
mattress
,
and
he
regarded
the
family
cynically
and
dully
.
And
he
put
himself
in
a
good
position
of
defense
,
for
Ruthie
would
attack
him
at
the
first
opportunity
,
and
he
knew
it
.
Ruthie
went
quietly
,
heart
-
brokenly
to
the
other
side
of
the
car
.
Ma
put
a
sheet
of
newspaper
over
the
tin
plate
.
«
I
’
m
a
-
goin
’
now
,
"
she
said
.
«
Ain
’
t
you
gonna
eat
nothin
’
yourself
?
»
Uncle
John
demanded
.
«
Later
.
When
I
come
back
.
I
wouldn
’
want
nothin
’
now
.
»
Ma
walked
to
the
open
door
;
she
steadied
herself
down
the
steep
,
cleated
cat
-
walk
.
On
the
stream
side
of
the
boxcars
,
the
tents
were
pitched
close
together
,
their
guy
ropes
crossing
one
another
,
and
the
pegs
of
one
at
the
canvas
line
of
the
next
.
The
lights
shone
through
the
cloth
,
and
all
the
chimneys
belched
smoke
.
Men
and
women
stood
in
the
doorways
talking
.
Children
ran
feverishly
about
.
Ma
moved
majestically
down
the
line
of
tents
.
Here
and
there
she
was
recognized
as
she
went
by
.
«
Evenin
’
,
Mis
’
Joad
.
»
