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«
Good
-
by
,
"
she
said
,
and
she
walked
quickly
away
.
Her
eyes
were
wet
and
burning
,
but
she
did
not
cry
.
Her
footsteps
were
loud
and
careless
on
the
leaves
as
she
went
through
the
brush
.
And
as
she
went
,
out
of
the
dim
sky
the
rain
began
to
fall
,
big
drops
and
few
,
splashing
on
the
dry
leaves
heavily
.
Ma
stopped
and
stood
still
in
the
dripping
thicket
.
She
turned
about
—
took
three
steps
back
toward
the
mound
of
vines
;
and
then
she
turned
quickly
and
went
back
toward
the
boxcar
camp
.
She
went
straight
out
to
the
culvert
and
climbed
up
on
the
road
.
The
rain
had
passed
now
,
but
the
sky
was
overcast
.
Behind
her
on
the
road
she
heard
footsteps
,
and
she
turned
nervously
.
The
blinking
of
a
dim
flashlight
played
on
the
road
.
Ma
turned
back
and
started
for
home
.
In
a
moment
a
man
caught
up
with
her
.
Politely
,
he
kept
his
light
on
the
ground
and
did
not
play
it
in
her
face
.
«
Evenin
’
,
"
he
said
.
Ma
said
,
«
Howdy
.
»
«
Looks
like
we
might
have
a
little
rain
.
»
«
I
hope
not
.
Stop
the
pickin
’
.
We
need
the
pickin
’
.
»
«
I
need
the
pickin
’
,
too
.
You
live
at
the
camp
there
?
»
«
Yes
,
sir
.
»
Their
footsteps
beat
on
the
road
together
.
«
I
got
twenty
acres
of
cotton
.
Little
late
,
but
it
’
s
ready
now
.
Thought
I
’
d
go
down
and
try
to
get
some
pickers
.
»
«
You
’
ll
get
’
em
awright
.
Season
’
s
near
over
.
»
«
Hope
so
.
My
place
is
only
a
mile
up
that
way
.
»
