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"
I
guess
so
,
"
said
Tom
.
"
I
never
could
keep
Scripture
straight
sence
I
read
a
book
name
’
The
Winning
of
Barbara
Worth
’
.
"
Ma
chuckled
lightly
and
scrounged
the
clothes
in
and
out
of
the
bucket
.
And
she
wrung
out
overalls
and
shirts
,
and
the
muscles
of
her
forearms
corded
out
.
"
Your
Pa
’
s
pa
,
he
quoted
Scripture
all
the
time
.
He
got
it
all
roiled
up
,
too
.
It
was
the
Dr
.
Miles
’
Almanac
he
got
mixed
up
.
Used
to
read
ever
’
word
in
that
almanac
out
loudletters
from
folks
that
couldn
’
t
sleep
or
had
lame
backs
.
An
’
later
he
’
d
give
them
people
for
a
lesson
,
an
’
he
’
d
say
,
’
That
’
s
a
par
’
ble
from
Scripture
.
’
Your
Pa
an
’
Uncle
John
troubled
’
im
some
about
it
when
they
’
d
laugh
.
"
She
piled
wrung
clothes
like
cord
wood
on
the
table
.
"
They
say
it
’
s
two
thousan
’
miles
where
we
’
re
goin
’
.
How
far
ya
think
that
is
,
Tom
?
I
seen
it
on
a
map
,
big
mountains
like
on
a
post
card
,
an
’
we
’
re
goin
’
right
through
’
em
.
How
long
ya
s
’
pose
it
’
ll
take
to
go
that
far
,
Tommy
?
"
"
I
dunno
,
"
he
said
.
"
Two
weeks
,
maybe
ten
days
if
we
got
luck
.
Look
,
Ma
,
stop
your
worryin
’
.
I
’
m
a
-
gonna
tell
you
somepin
about
bein
’
in
the
pen
.
You
can
’
t
go
thinkin
’
when
you
’
re
gonna
be
out
.
You
’
d
go
nuts
.
You
got
to
think
about
that
day
,
an
’
then
the
nex
’
day
,
about
the
ball
game
Sat
’
dy
.
That
’
s
what
you
got
to
do
.
Ol
’
timers
does
that
.
A
new
young
fella
gets
buttin
’
his
head
on
the
cell
door
.
He
’
s
thinkin
’
how
long
it
’
s
gonna
be
.
Whyn
’
t
you
do
that
?
Jus
’
take
ever
’
day
.
"
"
That
’
s
a
good
way
,
"
she
said
,
and
she
filled
up
her
bucket
with
hot
water
from
the
stove
,
and
she
put
in
dirty
clothes
and
began
punching
them
down
into
the
soapy
water
.
"
Yes
,
that
’
s
a
good
way
.
But
I
like
to
think
how
nice
it
’
s
gonna
be
,
maybe
,
in
California
.
Never
cold
.
An
’
fruit
ever
’
place
,
an
’
people
just
bein
’
in
the
nicest
places
,
little
white
houses
in
among
the
orange
trees
.
I
wonder
—
that
is
,
if
we
all
get
jobs
an
’
all
work
—
maybe
we
can
get
one
of
them
little
white
houses
.
An
’
the
little
fellas
go
out
an
’
pick
oranges
right
off
the
tree
.
They
ain
’
t
gonna
be
able
to
stand
it
,
they
’
ll
get
to
yellin
’
so
.
"
Tom
watched
her
working
,
and
his
eyes
smiled
.
"
It
done
you
good
jus
’
thinkin
’
about
it
.
I
knowed
a
fella
from
California
.
He
didn
’
t
talk
like
us
.
You
’
d
of
knowed
he
come
from
some
far
-
off
place
jus
’
the
way
he
talked
.
But
he
says
they
’
s
too
many
folks
lookin
’
for
work
right
there
now
.
An
’
he
says
the
folks
that
pick
the
fruit
live
in
dirty
ol
’
camps
an
’
don
’
t
hardly
get
enough
to
eat
.
He
says
wages
is
low
an
’
hard
to
get
any
.
"
A
shadow
crossed
her
face
.
"
Oh
,
that
ain
’
t
so
,
"
she
said
.
"
Your
father
got
a
han
’
bill
on
yella
paper
,
tellin
’
how
they
need
folks
to
work
.
They
wouldn
’
t
go
to
that
trouble
if
they
wasn
’
t
plenty
work
.
Costs
’
em
good
money
to
get
them
han
’
bills
out
.
What
’
d
they
want
ta
lie
for
,
an
’
costin
’
’
em
money
to
lie
?
"
Tom
shook
his
head
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
,
Ma
.
It
’
s
kinda
hard
to
think
why
they
done
it
.
Maybe
—
"
He
looked
out
at
the
hot
sun
,
shining
on
the
red
earth
.
