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Chapter 20
«Ain’tthatRuthiean’Winfiel’?Whatthehell’sthematterwith’em?»Theywalkednearer.«Youcrazy?»Tomasked.
Thechildrenstopped,embarrassed.«Wewas—jus’playin’,"Ruthiesaid.
«It’sacrazywaytoplay,"saidAl.
Ruthiesaidpertly,«Itain’tnocrazier’nalotofthings.»
Alwalkedon.HesaidtoTom,«Ruthie’sworkin’upakickinthepants.Shebeenworkin’itupalongtime.’Boutdueforit.»
Ruthiemushedherfaceathisback,pulledouthermouthwithherforefinger,slobberedhertongueathim,outragedhimineverywaysheknew,butAldidnotturnbacktolookather.ShelookedatWinfieldagaintostartthegame,butithadbeenspoiled.Theybothknewit.
«Le’sgodownthewateran’duckourheads,"Winfieldsuggested.Theywalkeddownthroughthewillows,andtheywereangryatAl.
AlandTomwentquietlyinthedusk.Tomsaid,«Casyshouldn’ofdidit.Imightofknew,though.Hewastalkin’howheain’tdonenothin’forus.He’safunnyfella,Al.Allthetimethinkin’.»
«Comesfrombein’apreacher,"Alsaid.«Theygetallmessedupwithstuff.»
«Whereyas’poseConniewasa-goin’?»
«Goin’totakeacrap,Iguess.»
«Well,hewasgoin’ahellofalongway.»
Theywalkedamongthetents,keepingclosetothewalls.AtFloyd’stentasofthailstoppedthem.Theycameneartothetentflapandsquatteddown.Floydraisedthecanvasalittle.«Yougettin’out?»
Tomsaid,«Idon’know.Thinkwebetter?»
Floydlaughedsourly.«Youheardwhatthebullsaid.
