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«
Ain
’
t
you
got
a
place
,
Tom
?
»
«
Yeah
—
but
if
—
well
,
s
’
pose
somebody
seen
you
with
me
—
whole
fambly
’
d
be
in
a
jam
.
»
«
I
got
to
,
Tom
.
»
«
Then
come
along
.
Come
quiet
.
»
He
crossed
the
little
stream
,
wading
carelessly
through
the
water
,
and
Ma
followed
him
.
He
moved
through
the
brush
,
out
into
a
field
on
the
other
side
of
the
thicket
,
and
along
the
plowed
ground
.
The
blackening
stems
of
the
cotton
were
harsh
against
the
ground
,
and
a
few
fluffs
of
cotton
clung
to
the
stems
.
A
quarter
of
a
mile
they
went
along
the
edge
of
the
field
,
and
then
he
turned
into
the
brush
again
.
He
approached
a
great
mound
of
wild
blackberry
bushes
,
leaned
over
and
pulled
a
mat
of
vines
aside
.
«
You
got
to
crawl
in
,
"
he
said
.
Ma
went
down
on
her
hands
and
knees
.
She
felt
sand
under
her
,
and
then
the
black
inside
of
the
mound
no
longer
touched
her
,
and
she
felt
Tom
’
s
blanket
on
the
ground
.
He
arranged
the
vines
in
place
again
.
It
was
lightless
in
the
cave
.
«
Where
are
you
,
Ma
?
»
«
Here
.
Right
here
.
Talk
soft
,
Tom
.
»
«
Don
’
t
worry
.
I
been
livin
’
like
a
rabbit
some
time
.
»
She
heard
him
unwrap
his
tin
plate
.
«
Pork
chops
,
"
she
said
.
«
And
fry
potatoes
.
»
«
God
Awmighty
,
an
’
still
warm
.
»
Ma
could
not
see
him
at
all
in
the
blackness
,
but
she
could
hear
him
chewing
,
tearing
at
the
meat
and
swallowing
.
«
It
’
s
a
pretty
good
hide
-
out
,
"
he
said
.
Ma
said
uneasily
,
«
Tom
—
Ruthie
tol
’
about
you
.
»
She
heard
him
gulp
.
«
Ruthie
?
What
for
?
»
«
Well
,
it
wasn
’
her
fault
.
Got
in
a
fight
,
an
’
says
her
brother
’
ll
lick
that
other
girl
’
s
brother
.
