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Chapter 4
Helighteditandsquintedthroughthesmokeatthepreacher."Ibeenalongtimewithoutagirl,"hesaid."It’sgonnatakesomecatchin’up."
Casycontinued,"ItworriedmetillIcouldn’tgetnosleep.HereI’dgotopreachin’andI’dsay,’ByGod,thistimeIain’tgonnadoit.’AndrightwhileIsaidit,IknowedIwas."
"Youshouldagotawife,"saidJoad."Preacheran’hiswifestayedatourplaceonetime.Jehovitestheywas.Slep’upstairs.Heldmeetin’sinourbarnyard.Uskidswouldlisten.Thatpreacher’smissustookagod-awfulpoundin’afterever’nightmeetin’."
"I’mgladyoutol’me,"saidCasy."Iusedtothinkitwasjus’me.FinallyitgivemesuchpainIquitanwentoffbymyselfan’giveheradamngoodthinkin’about."Hedoubleduphislegsandscratchedbetweenhisdrydustytoes."Isaystomyself,’What’sgnawin’you?Isitthescrewin’?’An’Isays,’No,it’sthesin.’An’Isays,’Whyisitthatwhenafellaoughttobejustaboutmule-assproofagainstsin,an’fullupofJesus,whyisitthat’sthetimeafellagetsfingerin’hispantsbuttons?’"Helaidtwofingersdowninhispalminrhythm,asthoughhegentlyplacedeachwordtheresidebyside."Isays,’Maybeitain’tasin.Maybeit’sjustthewayfolksis.Maybewebeenwhippin’thehelloutofourselvesfornothin’.’An’Ithoughthowsomesisterstooktobeatin’theirselveswithathree-footshagofbobwire.
