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"
Maybe
what
?
"
"
Maybe
it
’
s
nice
,
like
you
says
.
Where
’
d
Grampa
go
?
Where
’
d
the
preacher
go
?
"
Ma
was
going
out
of
the
house
,
her
arms
loaded
high
with
the
clothes
.
Tom
moved
aside
to
let
her
pass
.
"
Preacher
says
he
’
s
gonna
walk
aroun
’
.
Grampa
’
s
asleep
here
in
the
house
.
He
comes
in
here
in
the
day
an
’
lays
down
sometimes
.
"
She
walked
to
the
line
and
began
to
drape
pale
blue
jeans
and
blue
shirts
and
long
gray
underwear
over
the
wire
.
Behind
him
Tom
heard
a
shuffling
step
,
and
he
turned
to
look
in
.
Grampa
was
emerging
from
the
bedroom
,
and
as
in
the
morning
,
he
fumbled
with
the
buttons
of
his
fly
.
"
I
heerd
talkin
’
,
"
he
said
.
"
Sons
-
a
-
bitches
won
’
t
let
a
ol
’
fella
sleep
.
When
you
bastards
get
dry
behin
’
the
ears
,
you
’
ll
maybe
learn
to
let
a
ol
’
fella
sleep
.
"
His
furious
fingers
managed
to
flip
open
the
only
two
buttons
on
his
fly
that
had
been
buttoned
.
And
his
hand
forgot
what
it
had
been
trying
to
do
.
His
hand
reached
in
and
contentedly
scratched
under
the
testicles
.
Ma
came
in
with
wet
hands
,
and
her
palms
puckered
and
bloated
from
hot
water
and
soap
.
"
Thought
you
was
sleepin
’
.
Here
,
let
me
button
you
up
.
"
And
though
he
struggled
,
she
held
him
and
buttoned
his
underwear
and
his
shirt
and
his
fly
.
"
You
go
aroun
’
a
sight
,
"
she
said
,
and
let
him
go
.
And
he
spluttered
angrily
,
"
Fella
’
s
come
to
a
nice
—
to
a
nicewhen
somebody
buttons
’
em
.
I
want
ta
be
let
be
to
button
my
own
pants
.
"
Ma
said
playfully
,
"
They
don
’
t
let
people
run
aroun
’
with
their
clothes
unbutton
’
in
California
.
"
"
They
don
’
t
,
hey
!
Well
,
I
’
ll
show
’
em
.
They
think
they
’
re
gonna
show
me
how
to
act
out
there
?
Why
,
I
’
ll
go
aroun
’
a
-
hangin
’
out
if
I
wanta
!
"
Ma
said
,
"
Seems
like
his
language
gets
worse
ever
’
year
.
Showin
’
off
,
I
guess
.
"
The
old
man
thrust
out
his
bristly
chin
,
and
he
regarded
Ma
with
his
shrewd
,
mean
,
merry
eyes
.
"
Well
,
sir
,
"
he
said
,
"
we
’
ll
be
a
-
startin
’
’
fore
long
now
.
An
’
,
by
God
,
they
’
s
grapes
out
there
,
just
a
-
hangin
’
over
inta
the
road
.
Know
what
I
’
m
a
-
gonna
do
?
I
’
m
gonna
pick
me
a
wash
tub
full
a
grapes
,
an
’
I
’
m
gonna
set
in
’
em
,
an
’
scrooge
aroun
’
,
an
’
let
the
juice
run
down
my
pants
.
"
