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Chapter 20
«Theysaythey’sthreehunderdthousan’usfolkshere,an’Ibetever’dam’fam’lyseenthemhan’bills.»
«Yeah,butiftheydon’needfolks,what’dtheygotothetroubleputtin’themthingsoutfor?»
«Useyourhead,whydon’cha?»
«Yeah,butIwantaknow.»
«Look,"theyoungmansaid.«S’poseyougotajobawork,an’there’sjus’onefellawantsthejob.Yougottopay’imwhatheasts.Buts’posethey’sahunderdmen.»Heputdownhistool.Hiseyeshardenedandhisvoicesharpened.«S’posethey’sahunderdmenwantsthatjob.S’posethemmengotkids,an’themkidsishungry.S’posealousydime’llbuyaboxamushforthemkids.S’poseanickel’llbuyatleas’somepinforthemkids.An’yougotahunderdmen.Jus’offer’emanickel—why,they’llkilleachotherfightin’forthatnickel.Knowwhattheywaspayin’las’jobIhad?Fifteencentsanhour.Tenhoursforadollaran’ahalf,an’yacan’tstayontheplace.Gottoburngasolinegettin’there.»Hewaspantingwithanger,andhiseyesblazedwithhate.«That’swhythemhan’billswasout.Youcanprintahellofalotofhan’billswithwhatyasavepayin’fifteencentsanhourforfiel’work.»
Tomsaid,«That’sstinkin’.»
Theyoungmanlaughedharshly.«Youstayoutherealittlewhile,an’ifyousmellanyroses,youcomeletmesmell,too.»
«Buttheyiswork,"Tominsisted.«ChristAlmighty,withallthisstuffa-growin’:orchards,grapes,vegetables—Iseenit.Theygottohavemen.
