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Chapter 20
Weworkedthishereplaceover.»Heletinhisclutchandmovedslowlydownthecamp.
Allookedafterthem.«Wouldn’itbebetterifonefellawentalone?
Theniftheywasonepieceofwork,afella’dgetit.»
Floydputdownthechiselandsmiledsourly.«Youain’tlearned,"hesaid.«Takesgastogetroun’thecountry.Gascostsfifteencentsagallon.Themfourfellascan’ttakefourcars.Soeachof’emputsinadimean’theygetgas.Yougottolearn.»
«Al!»
AllookeddownatWinfieldstandingimportantlybesidehim.«Al,Ma’sdishin’upstew.Shesayscomegitit.»
Alwipedhishandsonhistrousers.«Weain’tettoday,"hesaidtoFloyd.«I’llcomegiveyouahan’whenIeat.»
«Noneed’lessyouwantta.»
«Sure,I’lldoit.»HefollowedWinfieldtowardtheJoadcamp.
Itwascrowdednow.Thestrangechildrenstoodclosetothestewpot,soclosethatMabrushedthemwithherelbowsassheworked.TomandUncleJohnstoodbesideher.
Masaidhelplessly,«Idunnowhattodo.Igottofeedthefambly.What’mIgonnadowiththesehere?»Thechildrenstoodstifflyandlookedather.Theirfaceswereblank,rigid,andtheireyeswentmechanicallyfromthepottothetinplatesheheld.Theireyesfollowedthespoonfrompottoplate,andwhenshepassedthesteamingplateuptoUncleJohn,theireyesfolloweditup.UncleJohndughisspoonintothestew,andthebankedeyesroseupwiththespoon.ApieceofpotatowentintoJohn’smouthandthebankedeyeswereonhisface,watchingtoseehowhewouldreact.
