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And
then
,
just
outside
the
door
,
Al
’
s
voice
,
«
Where
you
think
you
’
re
goin
’
?
»
«
Goin
’
in
to
see
that
bastard
Joad
.
»
«
No
,
you
ain
’
t
.
What
’
s
the
matter
’
th
you
?
»
«
If
he
didn
’
t
have
that
fool
idear
about
the
bank
,
we
’
d
a
got
out
.
Now
our
car
is
dead
.
»
«
You
think
ours
is
burnin
’
up
the
road
?
»
«
I
’
m
a
-
goin
’
in
.
»
Al
’
s
voice
was
cold
.
«
You
’
re
gonna
fight
your
way
in
.
»
Pa
got
slowly
to
his
feet
and
went
to
the
door
.
«
Awright
,
Al
,
I
’
m
comin
’
out
.
It
’
s
awright
,
Al
.
»
Pa
slid
down
the
cat
-
walk
.
Ma
heard
him
say
,
«
We
got
sickness
.
Come
on
down
here
.
»
The
rain
scattered
lightly
on
the
roof
now
,
and
a
new
-
risen
breeze
blew
it
along
in
sweeps
.
Mrs
.
Wainwright
came
from
the
stove
and
looked
down
at
Rose
of
Sharon
.
«
Dawn
’
s
a
-
comin
’
soon
,
ma
’
am
.
Whyn
’
t
you
git
some
sleep
?
I
’
ll
set
with
her
.
»
«
No
,
"
Ma
said
.
«
I
ain
’
t
tar
’
d
.
»
