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Chapter 13
An’what’mIgonnadowiththestuff,openajunkshop?Why,onefellawantedtogimmehisshoesforagallon.An’ifIwasthatkindafellaIbetIcouldgit—"HeglancedatMaandstopped.
JimCasyhadwethishead,andthedropsstillcourseddownhishighforehead,andhismuscledneckwaswet,andhisshirtwaswet.HemovedoverbesideTom."Itain’tthepeople’sfault,"hesaid."How’dyouliketosellthebedyousleeponforatankfulagas?"
"Iknowitain’ttheirfault.Ever’personItalkedtoisonthemoveforadamngoodreason.Butwhat’sthecountrycomin’to?That’swhatIwantaknow.What’sitcomin’to?Fellacan’tmakealivin’nomore.Folkscan’tmakealivin’farmin’.Iaskyou,what’sitcomin’to?Ican’tfigureherout.Ever’bodyIask,theycan’tfigureherout.Fellawantstotradehisshoessohecangitahunderdmileson.Ican’tfigureherout."Hetookoffhissilverhatandwipedhisforeheadwithhispalm.AndTomtookoffhiscapandwipedhisforeheadwithit.Hewenttothehoseandwetthecapthroughandsqueezeditandputitonagain.Maworkedatincupoutthroughthesidebarsofthetruck,andshetookwatertoGranmaandtoGrampaontopoftheload.ShestoodonthebarsandhandedthecuptoGrampa,andhewethislips,andthenshookhisheadandrefusedmore.TheoldeyeslookedupatMainpainandbewildermentforamomentbeforetheawarenessrecededagain.
Alstartedthemotorandbackedthetrucktothegaspump."Fillherup.
