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Chapter 20
«Ijus’can’tgetitoutamyheadwhatstoreshesetbyanicefuneral.Gottoforgetit.»Shesigheddeeplyandrubbedthesideofhermouth.«Thatwasapurtynicefellainthere.Awfulbossy,buthewaspurtynice.»
«Yeah,"Pasaid.«Hegiveusthestraighttalk,awright.»
Mabrushedherhairbackwithherhand.Herjawtightened.«Wegottogit,"shesaid.«Wegottofindaplacetostay.Wegottogetworkan’settledown.Nousea-lettin’thelittlefellasgohungry.Thatwasn’tneverGranma’sway.Shealwaysetagoodmealatafuneral.»
«Wherewegoin’?»Tomasked.
Paraisedhishatandscratchedamonghishair.«Camp,"hesaid.«Weain’tgonnaspen’whatlittle’slef’tillwegetwork.Driveoutinthecountry.»
Tomstartedthecarandtheyrolledthroughthestreetsandouttowardthecountry.Andbyabridgetheysawacollectionoftentsandshacks.Tomsaid,«Might’swellstophere.Findoutwhat’sdoin’,an’whereattheworkis.»Hedrovedownasteepdirtinclineandparkedontheedgeoftheencampment.
Therewasnoorderinthecamp;littlegraytents,shacks,carswerescatteredaboutatrandom.Thefirsthousewasnondescript.Thesouthwallwasmadeofthreesheetsofrustycorrugatediron,theeastwallasquareofmoldycarpettackedbetweentwoboards,thenorthwallastripofroofingpaperandastripoftatteredcanvas,andthewestwallsixpiecesofgunnysacking.Overthesquareframe,onuntrimmedwillowlimbs,grasshadbeenpiled,notthatched,butheapedupinalowmound.
