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Chapter 20
Maturnedfromthefire.«Don’gotellin’,John,"shesaid.«Tell’emtoGod.Don’goburdenin’otherpeoplewithyoursins.Thatain’tdecent.»
«They’rea-eatin’onme,"saidJohn.
«Well,don’tell’em.Godowntheriveran’stickyourheadunderan’whisper’eminthestream.»
PanoddedhisheadslowlyatMa’swords.«She’sright,"hesaid.«Itgivesafellarelieftotell,butitjus’spreadsouthissin.»
UncleJohnlookeduptothesun-goldmountains,andthemountainswerereflectedinhiseyes.«IwishtIcouldrunitdown,"hesaid.
«ButIcan’t.She’sa-bitin’inmyguts.»
BehindhimRoseofSharonmoveddizzilyoutofthetent.«Where’sConnie?»sheaskedirritably.«Iain’tseenConnieforalongtime.Where’dhego?»
«Iain’tseenhim,"saidMa.«IfIsee’im,I’lltell’imyouwant’im.»
«Iain’tfeelin’good,"saidRoseofSharon.«Connieshouldn’ofleftme.»
Malookeduptothegirl’sswollenface.«Youbeena-cryin’,"shesaid.
ThetearsstartedfreshlyinRoseofSharon’seyes.
Mawentonfirmly,«Yougitaholtonyaself.They’salotofushere.Yougitaholtonyaself.Comeherenowan’peelsomepotatoes.You’refeelin’sorryforyaself.»
Thegirlstartedtogobackinthetent.ShetriedtoavoidMa’ssterneyes,buttheycompelledherandshecameslowlytowardthefire.«Heshouldn’ofwentaway,"shesaid,butthetearsweregone.
«Yougottowork,"Masaid.«Setinthetentan’you’llgetfeelin’sorryaboutyaself.
