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Chapter 20
Thatwhatyawantmetosay?»
«Well,Isurewasscairtthewholeway,figgerin’she’dbustdownan’it’dbemyfault.»
«No,youdonegood.Bettergetherinshape,’causetomorrawe’regoin’outlookin’forwork.»
«She’llroll,"saidAl.«Don’tyouworrynoneaboutthat.»Hetookoutapocketknifeandscrapedthepointsofthesparkplug.
Tomwalkedaroundthesideofthetent,andhefoundCasysittingontheearth,wiselyregardingonebarefoot.Tomsatdownheavilybesidehim.«Thinkshe’sgonnawork?»
«What?»askedCasy.
«Themtoesofyourn.»
«Oh!Jus’settin’herea-thinkin’.»
«Youalwaysgetgoodan’comf’tableforit,"saidTom.
Casywaggledhisbigtoeupandhissecondtoedown,andhesmiledquietly.«Hardenoughforafellatothink’thoutkinkin’hisselfuptodoit.»
«Ain’theardapeepoutayoufordays,"saidTom.«Thinkin’allthetime?»
«Yeah,thinkin’allthetime.»
Tomtookoffhisclothcap,dirtynow,andruinous,thevisorpointedasabird’sbeak.Heturnedthesweatbandoutandremovedalongstripoffoldednewspaper.«Sweatsomuchshe’sshrank,"hesaid.HelookedatCasy’swavingtoes.«Couldyacomedownfromyourthinkin’an’listenaminute?»
Casyturnedhisheadonthestalk-likeneck.«Listenallthetime.That’swhyIbeenthinkin’.Listentopeoplea-talkin’,an’purtysoonIhearthewayfolksarefeelin’.Goin’onallthetime.Ihear’eman’feel’em;an’they’rebeatingtheirwingslikeabirdinaattic.
