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           An’nowthegoddamncarisbustagain,an’money’sgettin’low.Idunnowhenwe’llevergettoCalifornia.’FIcouldon’yfixacar,butIdon’knownothin’aboutcars."

           Alaskedimportantly,"What’sthematter?"

           "Well,shejus’won’trun.Startsan’fartsan’stops.Inaminuteshe’llstartagain,an’then’foreyoucangithergoin’,shepetersoutagain."

           "Runsaminutean’thendies?"

           "Yes,sir.An’Ican’tkeephera-goin’nomatterhowmuchgasIgiveher.Gotworsean’worse,an’nowIcain’tgethera-movin’a-tall."

           Alwasveryproudandverymature,then."Ithinkyougotapluggedgasline.I’llblowheroutforya."

           AndPawasproudtoo."He’sagoodhandwithacar,"Pasaid.

           "Well,I’llsurethankyaforahan’.Isurewill.Makesafellakindafeel—likealittlekid,whenhecan’tfixnothin’.WhenwegettoCaliforniaIaimtogetmeanicecar.Maybeshewon’tbreakdown."

           Pasaid,"Whenwegetthere.Gettin’there’sthetrouble."

           "Oh,butshe’sworthit,"saidWilson."Why,Iseenhan’billshowtheyneedfolkstopickfruit,an’goodwages.Why,jus’thinkhowit’sgonnabe,underthemshadytreesa-pickin’fruitan’takin’abiteever’onceinawhile.Why,hell,theydon’tcarehowmuchyoueat’causetheygotsomuch.An’withthemgoodwages,maybeafellacangethisselfalittlepiecealandan’workoutforextracash.Why,hell,inacoupleyearsIbetafellacouldhaveaplaceofhisown."