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Chapter 20
Poorfella.»
«Didn’hurt’im?»Maasked.
«Don’thinkso.He’sa-comin’outofit.»
UncleJohnwasweaklysickontheground.Hisspasmsofvomitingcameinlittlegasps.
Masaid,«Ilef’aplateapotatoesforyou,Tom.»
Tomchuckled.«Iain’tjustinthemoodrightnow.»
Pacalled,«Awright,Al.Slingupthetarp.»
Thetruckwasloadedandready.UncleJohnhadgonetosleep.TomandAlboostedandpulledhimupontheloadwhileWinfieldmadeavomitingnoisebehindthetruckandRuthiepluggedhermouthwithherhandtokeepfromsquealing.
«Awready,"Pasaid.
Tomasked,«Where’sRosasharn?»
«Overthere,"saidMa.«Comeon,Rosasharn.We’rea-goin’.»
Thegirlsatstill,herchinsunkonherbreast.Tomwalkedovertoher.«Comeon,"hesaid.
«Iain’ta-goin’.»Shedidnotraiseherhead.
«Yougottogo.»
«IwantConnie.Iain’ta-goin’tillhecomesback.»
Threecarspulledoutofthecamp,uptheroadtothehighway,oldcarsloadedwiththecampsandthepeople.Theyclankedupthehighwayandrolledaway,theirdimlightsglancingalongtheroad.
Tomsaid,«Connie’llfindus.Ilef’wordupatthestorewherewe’dbe.He’llfindus.»
Macameupandstoodbesidehim.«Comeon,Rosasharn.Comeon,honey,"shesaidgently.
«Iwantawait.»
«Wecan’twait.»Maleaneddownandtookthegirlbythearmandhelpedhertoherfeet.
«He’llfindus,"Tomsaid.«Don’youworry.He’llfindus.»Theywalkedoneithersideofthegirl.
«Maybehewenttogetthembookstostudyup,"saidRoseofSharon.
