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Joad
took
a
quick
drink
from
the
flask
.
He
dragged
the
last
smoke
from
his
raveling
cigarette
and
then
,
with
callused
thumb
and
forefinger
,
crushed
out
the
glowing
end
.
He
rubbed
the
butt
to
a
pulp
and
put
it
out
the
window
,
letting
the
breeze
suck
it
from
his
fingers
.
The
big
tires
sang
a
high
note
on
the
pavement
.
Joad
’
s
dark
quiet
eyes
became
amused
as
he
stared
along
the
road
.
The
driver
waited
and
glanced
uneasily
over
.
At
last
Joad
’
s
long
upper
lip
grinned
up
from
his
teeth
and
he
chuckled
silently
,
his
chest
jerked
with
the
chuckles
.
«
You
sure
took
a
hell
of
a
long
time
to
get
to
it
,
buddy
.
»
The
driver
did
not
look
over
.
«
Get
to
what
?
How
do
you
mean
?
»
Joad
’
s
lips
stretched
tight
over
his
long
teeth
for
a
moment
,
and
he
licked
his
lips
like
a
dog
,
two
licks
,
one
in
each
direction
from
the
middle
.
His
voice
became
harsh
.
«
You
know
what
I
mean
.
You
give
me
a
goin
’
-
over
when
I
first
got
in
.
I
seen
you
.
»
The
driver
looked
straight
ahead
,
gripped
the
wheel
so
tightly
that
the
pads
of
his
palms
bulged
,
and
the
backs
of
his
hands
paled
.
Joad
continued
,
«
You
know
where
I
come
from
.
»
The
driver
was
silent
.
«
Don
’
t
you
?
»
Joad
insisted
.
«
Well
—
sure
.
That
is
—
maybe
.
But
it
ain
’
t
none
of
my
business
.
I
mind
my
own
yard
.
It
ain
’
t
nothing
to
me
.
»
The
words
tumbled
out
now
.
«
I
don
’
t
stick
my
nose
in
nobody
’
s
business
.
»
And
suddenly
he
was
silent
and
waiting
.
And
his
hands
were
still
white
on
the
wheel
.
A
grasshopper
flipped
through
the
window
and
lighted
on
top
of
the
instrument
panel
,
where
it
sat
and
began
to
scrape
its
wings
with
its
angled
jumping
legs
.
Joad
reached
forward
and
crushed
its
hard
skull
-
like
head
with
his
fingers
,
and
he
let
it
into
the
wind
stream
out
the
window
.
Joad
chuckled
again
while
he
brushed
the
bits
of
broken
insect
from
his
fingertips
.
«
You
got
me
wrong
,
mister
,
"
he
said
.
«
I
ain
’
t
keepin
’
quiet
about
it
.
Sure
I
been
in
McAlester
.
Been
there
four
years
.
Sure
these
is
the
clothes
they
give
me
when
I
come
out
.
I
don
’
t
give
a
damn
who
knows
it
.
An
’
I
’
m
goin
’
to
my
old
man
’
s
place
so
I
don
’
t
have
to
lie
to
get
a
job
.
»
The
driver
said
,
«
Well
—
that
ain
’
t
none
of
my
business
.
I
ain
’
t
a
nosy
guy
.
»
«
The
hell
you
ain
’
t
,
"
said
Joad
.
«
That
big
old
nose
of
yours
been
stickin
’
out
eight
miles
ahead
of
your
face
.
You
had
that
big
nose
goin
’
over
me
like
a
sheep
in
a
vegetable
patch
.
»
The
driver
’
s
face
tightened
.
«
You
got
me
all
wrong
—
"
he
began
weakly
.
Joad
laughed
at
him
.
«
You
been
a
good
guy
.
You
give
me
a
lift
.
Well
,
hell
!
I
done
time
.
So
what
!
You
want
to
know
what
I
done
time
for
,
don
’
t
you
?
»
«
That
ain
’
t
none
of
my
affair
.
»
«
Nothin
’
ain
’
t
none
of
your
affair
except
skinnin
’
this
here
bull
-
bitch
along
,
an
’
that
’
s
the
least
thing
you
work
at
.
Now
look
.
See
that
road
up
ahead
?
»
