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Chapter 22
You’retheboss?»
«No.»hesaid.«Thepeoplehereworkedmeoutofajob.Theykeepthecampclean,theykeeporder,theydoeverything.Ineversawsuchpeople.They’remakingclothesinthemeetinghall.Andthey’remakingtoys.Neversawsuchpeople.»
Malookeddownatherdirtydress.«Weain’tcleanyet,"shesaid.«Youjus’can’tkeepcleana-travelin’.»
«Don’tIknowit,"hesaid.Hesniffedtheair.«Say—isthatyourcoffeesmellssogood?»
Masmiled.«Doessmellnice,don’tit?Outsideitalwayssmellsnice.»Andshesaidproudly,«We’dtakeitinhonor’fyou’dhavesomebreakfus’withus.»
Hecametothefireandsquattedonhishams,andthelastofMa’sresistancewentdown.«We’dbeproudtohaveya,"shesaid.«Weain’tgotmuchthat’snice,butyou’rewelcome.»
Thelittlemangrinnedather.«Ihadmybreakfast.ButI’dsurelikeacupofthatcoffee.Smellssogood.»
«Why—why,sure.»
«Don’thurryyourself.»
Mapouredatincupofcoffeefromthegalloncan.Shesaid,«Weain’tgotsugaryet.Maybewe’llgetsometoday.Ifyouneedsugar,itwon’ttastegood.»
«Neverusesugar,"hesaid.«Spoilsthetasteofgoodcoffee.»
«Well,Ilikealittlesugar,"saidMa.Shelookedathimsuddenlyandclosely,toseehowhehadcomesoclosesoquickly.Shelookedformotiveonhisface,andfoundnothingbutfriendliness.Thenshelookedatthefrayedseamsonhiswhitecoat,andshewasreassured.
Hesippedthecoffee.«Iguesstheladies’llbeheretoseeyouthismorning.»
