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Chapter 13
Yougottoliveahead’causeyou’resoyoung,but—it’sjus’theroadgoin’byforme.An’it’sjus’howsoontheygonnawantaeatsomemoreporkbones."Herfacetightened."That’sallIcando.Ican’tdonomore.Alltherest’dgetupsetifIdoneanymore’nthat.Theyalldepen’onmejus’thinkin’aboutthat."
Granmayawnedshrillyandopenedhereyes.Shelookedwildlyabout."Igottogetout,praiseGawd,"shesaid.
"Firstclumpabrush,"saidAl."They’soneupahead."
"Brushornobrush,Igottogitout,Itellya."Andshebegantowhine,"Igottogitout.Igottogitout."
Alspeededup,andwhenhecametothelowbrushhepulledupshort.Mathrewthedooropenandhalfpulledthestrugglingoldladyoutbesidetheroadandintothebushes.AndMaheldhersoGranmawouldnotfallwhenshesquatted.
Ontopofthetrucktheothersstirredtolife.Theirfaceswereshiningwithsunburntheycouldnotescape.TomandCasyandNoahandUncleJohnletthemselveswearilydown.RuthieandWinfieldswarmeddowntheside-boardsandwentoffintothebushes.ConniehelpedRoseofSharongentlydown.Underthecanvas,Grampawasawake,hisheadstickingout,buthiseyesweredruggedandwateryandstillsenseless.Hewatchedtheothers,buttherewaslittlerecognitioninhiswatching.
Tomcalledtohim,"Wanttocomedown,Grampa?"
Theoldeyesturnedlistlesslytohim."No,"saidGrampa.Foramomentthefiercenesscameintohiseyes."Iain’ta-goin’,Itellyou.GonnastaylikeMuley."
