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Chapter 4
Jesus,theguysinthecellblocklaughed!Hadatreean’shinystufflookslikesnow.Itsaysinpo’try:
‘MerryChristmas,purtychild,
Jesusmeekan’Jesusmild,
UnderneaththeChristmastree
There’sagif’foryoufromme.’
IguessGranmaneverreadit.Prob’lygotitfromadrummeran’pickedouttheonewiththemos’shinystuffonit.Theguysinmycellblockgoddamnneardiedlaughin’.JesusMeektheycalledmeafterthat.Granmanevermeantitfunny;shejus’figgereditwassopurtyshewouldn’bothertoreadit.ShelostherglassestheyearIwentup.Maybesheneverdidfind’em."
"HowtheytreatyouinMcAlester?"Casyasked.
"Oh,awright.Youeatregular,an’getcleanclothes,andthere’splacestotakeabath.It’sprettynicesomeways.Makesithardnothavin’nowomen."Suddenlyhelaughed."Theywasaguyparoled,"hesaid."’Boutamonthhe’sbackforbreakin’parole.Aguyasthimwhyhebusthisparole.‘Well,hell,’hesays.‘Theygotnoconveniencesatmyoldman’splace.Gotno’lectriclights,gotnoshowerbaths.Thereain’tnobooks,an’thefood’slousy.’Sayshecomebackwheretheygotafewconveniencesan’heeatsregular.Hesaysitmakeshimfeellonesomeoutthereintheopenhavin’tothinkwhattodonext.Sohestoleacaran’comeback."Joadgotouthistobaccoandblewabrownpaperfreeofthepackandrolledacigarette."Theguy’sright,too,"hesaid."Las’night,thinkin’whereI’mgonnasleep,Igotscared.
