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Chapter 4
Hiseyeballswereheavyandprotruding;thelidsstretchedtocoverthem,andthelidswererawandred.Hischeekswerebrownandshinyandhairlessandhismouthfullhumorousorsensual.Thenose,beakedandhard,stretchedtheskinsotightlythatthebridgeshowedwhite.Therewasnoperspirationontheface,notevenonthetallpaleforehead.Itwasanabnormallyhighforehead,linedwithdelicateblueveinsatthetemples.Fullyhalfofthefacewasabovetheeyes.Hisstiffgrayhairwasmussedbackfromhisbrowasthoughhehadcombeditbackwithhisfingers.Forclothesheworeoverallsandablueshirt.Adenimcoatwithbrassbuttonsandaspottedbrownhatcreasedlikeaporkpielayonthegroundbesidehim.Canvassneakers,graywithdust,laynearbywheretheyhadfallenwhentheywerekickedoff.
ThemanlookedlongatJoad.Thelightseemedtogofarintohisbrowneyes,anditpickedoutlittlegoldenspecksdeepintheirises.Thestrainedbundleofneckmusclesstoodout.
Joadstoodstillinthespeckledshade.Hetookoffhiscapandmoppedhiswetfacewithitanddroppeditandhisrolledcoatontheground.
Themanintheabsoluteshadeuncrossedhislegsanddugwithhistoesattheearth.
Joadsaid,"Hi.It’shotter’nhellontheroad."
Theseatedmanstaredquestioninglyathim."Nowain’tyouyoungTomJoad—ol’Tom’sboy?"
"Yeah,"saidJoad."Alltheway.Goin’homenow."
"Youwouldn’trememberme,Iguess,"themansaid.Hesmiledandhisfulllipsrevealedgreathorseteeth.
