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Chapter 22
Pasaid,«Al—afterwe’veet,youan’mean’UncleJohn’lltakethetruckan’gooutlookin’forwork.»
«Sure,"saidAl.«Iliketogetajobinagarageifthey’sanyjobs.Tha’swhatIreallylike.An’getmealittleol’cut-downFord.Paintheryellaan’goa-kyoodlin’aroun’.Seenapurtygirldowntheroad.Giveherabigwink,too.Purtyashell,too.»
Pasaidsternly,«Youbettergetyousomework’foreyougoa-tom-cattin’.»
UncleJohncameoutofthetoiletandmovedslowlynear.Mafrownedathim.
«Youain’twashed—"shebegan,andthenshesawhowsickandweakandsadhelooked.«Yougooninthetentan’laydown,"shesaid.«Youain’twell.»
Heshookhishead.«No.»hesaid.«Isinned,an’Igottotakemypunishment.»Hesquatteddowndisconsolatelyandpouredhimselfacupofcoffee.
Matookthelastponesfromthepan.Shesaidcasually,«Themanagerofthecampcomean’setan’hadacupofcoffee.»
Palookedoverslowly.«Yeah?What’shewantawready?»
«Jus’cometopassthetime,"Masaiddaintily.«Jus’setdownan’hadcoffee.Saidhedidn’getgoodcoffeesooften,an’smeltour’n.»
«What’dhewant?»Pademandedagain.
«Didn’wantnothin’.Cometoseehowwewasgettin’on.»
«Idon’believeit,"Pasaid.«He’sprobablya-snootin’an’a-smellin’aroun’.»
«Hewasnot!»Macriedangrily.«Icantellafellathat’ssnootin’aroun’quickasthenex’person.»
Patossedhiscoffeegroundsoutofhiscup.
