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Chapter 20
«An’tomorrawe’llgooutinthetruckan’lookforwork.»
«Yeah!»saidCasy,andhewavedhistoesupanddownandstudiedthemgravely.Tomsettledbackonhiselbowandclosedhiseyes.InsidethetenthecouldhearthemurmurofRoseofSharon’svoiceandConnie’sanswering.
Thetarpaulinmadeadarkshadowandthewedge-shapedlightateachendwashardandsharp.RoseofSharonlayonamattressandConniesquattedbesideher.«IoughtahelpMa,"RoseofSharonsaid.«Itried,butever’timeIstirredaboutIthrowedup.»
Connie’seyesweresullen.«IfI’dofknoweditwouldbelikethisIwouldn’ofcame.I’dastudiednights’bouttractorsbackhomean’gotmeathree-dollarjob.Fellacanliveawfulniceonthreedollarsaday,an’gotothepitchershowever’night,too.»
RoseofSharonlookedapprehensive.«You’regonnastudynights’boutradios,"shesaid.Hewaslonginanswering.«Ain’tyou?»shedemanded.
«Yeah,sure.Soon’sIgetonmyfeet.Getalittlemoney.»Sherolleduponherelbow.«Youain’tgivin’itup!»
«No—no—’coursenot.But—Ididn’knowtheywasplaceslikethiswegottolivein.»
Thegirl’seyeshardened.«Yougotto,"shesaidquietly.
«Sure.Sure,Iknow.Gottogetonmyfeet.Getalittlemoney.Wouldabeenbettermaybetostayhomean’study’bouttractors.Threedollarsadaytheyget,an’pickupextramoney,too.»RoseofSharon’seyeswerecalculating.Whenhelookeddownatherhesawinhereyesameasuringofhim,acalculationofhim.
