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Tom
opened
the
hood
and
looked
at
the
big
greasy
engine
.
And
Pa
came
up
beside
him
.
He
said
,
"
Your
brother
Al
looked
her
over
before
we
bought
her
.
He
says
she
’
s
all
right
.
"
"
What
’
s
he
know
?
He
’
s
just
a
squirt
,
"
said
Tom
.
"
He
worked
for
a
company
.
Drove
truck
last
year
.
He
knows
quite
a
little
.
Smart
aleck
like
he
is
.
He
knows
.
He
can
tinker
an
engine
,
Al
can
.
"
Tom
asked
,
"
Where
’
s
he
now
?
"
"
Well
,
"
said
Pa
,
"
he
’
s
a
-
billygoatin
’
aroun
’
the
country
.
Tom
-
cattin
’
hisself
to
death
.
Smart
-
aleck
sixteen
-
year
-
older
,
an
’
his
nuts
is
just
a
-
eggin
’
him
on
.
He
don
’
t
think
of
nothin
’
but
girls
and
engines
.
A
plain
smart
aleck
.
Ain
’
t
been
in
nights
for
a
week
.
"
Grampa
,
fumbling
with
his
chest
,
had
succeeded
in
buttoning
the
buttons
of
his
blue
shirt
into
the
buttonholes
of
his
underwear
.
His
fingers
felt
that
something
was
wrong
,
but
did
not
care
enough
to
find
out
.
His
fingers
went
down
to
try
to
figure
out
the
intricacies
of
the
buttoning
of
his
fly
.
"
I
was
worse
,
"
he
said
happily
.
"
I
was
much
worse
.
I
was
a
heller
,
you
might
say
.
Why
,
they
was
a
camp
meetin
’
right
in
Sallisaw
when
I
was
a
young
fella
a
little
bit
older
’
n
Al
.
He
’
s
just
a
squirt
,
an
’
punkin
-
soft
.
But
I
was
older
.
An
’
we
was
to
this
here
camp
meetin
’
.
Five
hunderd
folks
there
,
an
’
a
proper
sprinklin
’
of
young
heifers
.
"
You
look
like
a
heller
yet
,
Grampa
,
"
said
Tom
.
"
Well
,
I
am
,
kinda
.
But
I
ain
’
t
nowheres
near
the
fella
I
was
.
Jus
’
let
me
get
out
to
California
where
I
can
pick
me
an
orange
when
I
want
it
.
Or
grapes
.
There
’
s
a
thing
I
ain
’
t
never
had
enough
of
.
Gonna
get
me
a
whole
big
bunch
of
grapes
off
a
bush
,
or
whatever
,
an
’
I
’
m
gonna
squash
’
em
on
my
face
an
’
let
’
em
run
offen
my
chin
.
"
Tom
asked
,
"
Where
’
s
Uncle
John
?
Where
’
s
Rosasharn
?
Where
’
s
Ruthie
an
’
Winfield
?
Nobody
said
nothin
’
about
them
yet
.
"
