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Chapter 22
Pawentinsidethetent,andinamomenthecameoutwithpaleblue,washedoverallsandshirton.Andheledthesadandstartledchildrentowardthesanitaryunit.
Macalledafterhim,«Scroungearoun’goodintheirears.»
UncleJohncametothedoorofthemen’ssideandlookedout,andthenhewentbackandsatonthetoiletalongtimeandheldhisachingheadinhishands.
Mahadtakenupapanloadofbrownponeandwasdroppingspoonsofdoughinthegreaseforasecondpanwhenashadowfellonthegroundbesideher.Shelookedoverhershoulder.Alittlemandressedallinwhitestoodbehindher—amanwithathin,brown,linedfaceandmerryeyes.Hewasleanasapicket.Hiswhitecleanclotheswerefrayedattheseams.HesmiledatMa.«Goodmorning,"hesaid.
Malookedathiswhiteclothesandherfacehardenedwithsuspicion.
«Mornin’,"shesaid.
«AreyouMrs.Joad?»
«Yes.»
«Well,I’mJimRawley.I’mcampmanager.Justdroppedbytoseeifeverything’sallright.Goteverythingyouneed?»
Mastudiedhimsuspiciously.«Yes,"shesaid.
Rawleysaid,«Iwasasleepwhenyoucamelastnight.Luckywehadaplaceforyou.»Hisvoicewaswarm.
Masaidsimply,«It’snice.’Speciallythemwashtubs.»
«Youwaittillthewomengettowashing.Prettysoonnow.Youneverheardsuchafuss.Likeameeting.Knowwhattheydidyesterday,Mrs.Joad?Theyhadachorus.Singingahymntuneandrubbingtheclothesallintime.Thatwassomethingtohear,Itellyou.»
ThesuspicionwasgoingoutofMa’sface.«Mustabeennice.
