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Chapter 13
"Wegottodothatorwewon’tnevergettoCalifornia."
"Iknow,"shesaid.
Thedogwandered,sniffing,pastthetruck,trottedtothepuddleunderthehoseagainandlappedatthemuddywater.Andthenhemovedaway,nosedownandearshanging.Hesniffedhiswayamongthedustyweedsbesidetheroad,totheedgeofthepavement.Heraisedhisheadandlookedacross,andthenstartedover.RoseofSharonscreamedshrilly.Abigswiftcarwhiskednear,tiressquealed.Thedogdodgedhelplessly,andwithashriek,cutoffinthemiddle,wentunderthewheels.Thebigcarslowedforamomentandfaceslookedback,andthenitgatheredgreaterspeedanddisappeared.Andthedog,ablotofbloodandtangled,burstintestines,kickedslowlyintheroad.
RoseofSharon’seyeswerewide."D’youthinkit’llhurt?"shebegged."Thinkit’llhurt?"Connieputhisarmaroundher."Comesetdown,"hesaid."Itwasn’tnothin’."
"ButIfeltithurt.IfeltitkindajarwhenIyelled."
"Comesetdown.Itwasn’tnothin’.Itwon’thurt."Heledhertothesideofthetruckawayfromthedyingdogandsatherdownontherunningboard.
TomandUncleJohnwalkedouttothemess.Thelastquiverwasgoingoutofthecrushedbody.Tomtookitbythelegsanddraggedittothesideoftheroad.UncleJohnlookedembarrassed,asthoughitwerehisfault."Ioughttatiedhimup,"hesaid.
Palookeddownatthedogforamomentandthenheturnedaway."Le’sgetoutahere,"hesaid.
