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Chapter 22
«Mean’Paan’Ma,Alan’Rosasharnan’UncleJohnan’Ruthiean’Winfiel’.Themlastiskids.»
«Well,Iguesswecanfixyou.Gotanycampingstuff?»
«Gotabigtarpan’beds.»
Thewatchmansteppedupontherunningboard.«Drivedowntheendofthatlinean’turnright.You’llbeinNumberFourSanitaryUnit.»
«What’sthat?»
«Toiletsandshowersandwashtubs.»
Mademanded,«Yougotwashtubs—runningwater?»
«Sure.»
«Oh!PraiseGod,"saidMa.
Tomdrovedownthelongdarkrowoftents.Inthesanitarybuildingalowlightburned.«Pullinhere,"thewatchmansaid.
«It’saniceplace.Folksthathaditjustmovedout.»
Tomstoppedthecar.«Rightthere?»
«Yeah.NowyoulettheothersunloadwhileIsignyouup.Gettosleep.Thecampcommittee’llcallonyouinthemorningandgetyoufixedup.»
Tom’seyesdrewdown.«Cops?»heasked.
Thewatchmanlaughed.«Nocops.Wegotourowncops.Folkshereelecttheirowncops.Comealong.»
Aldroppedoffthetruckandwalkedaround.«Gonnastayhere?»
«Yeah,"saidTom.«Youan’PaunloadwhileIgototheoffice.»
«Bekindaquiet,"thewatchmansaid.«They’salotoffolkssleeping.»
Tomfollowedthroughthedarkandclimbedtheofficestepsandenteredatinyroomcontaininganolddeskandachair.Theguardsatdownatthedeskandtookoutaform.
«Name?»
«TomJoad.»
«Thatyourfather?»
«Yeah.»
«Hisname?»
«TomJoad,too.»
Thequestionswenton.Wherefrom,howlongintheState,whatworkdone.Thewatchmanlookedup.«I’mnotnosy.
