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Chapter 22
Shewentintothetentanddugthroughtheclothesboxforhershoesandacleandress.Andshefoundalittlepaperpackagewithherearringsinit.AsshewentpastRoseofSharon,shesaid,«Ifthemladiescomes,youtell’emI’llberightback.»Shedisappearedaroundthesideofthesanitaryunit.
RoseofSharonsatdownheavilyonaboxandregardedherweddingshoes,blackpatentleatherandtailoredblackbows.Shewipedthetoeswithherfingerandwipedherfingerontheinsideofherskirt.Leaningdownputapressureonhergrowingabdomen.Shesatupstraightandtouchedherselfwithexploringfingers,andshesmiledalittleasshedidit.
Alongtheroadastockywomanwalked,carryinganappleboxofdirtyclothestowardthewashtubs.Herfacewasbrownwithsun,andhereyeswereblackandintense.Sheworeagreatapron,madefromacottonbag,overherginghamdress,andmen’sbrownoxfordswereonherfeet.ShesawthatRoseofSharoncaressedherself,andshesawthelittlesmileonthegirl’sface.
«So!»shecried,andshelaughedwithpleasure.«Whatyouthinkit’sgonnabe?»
RoseofSharonblushedandlookeddownattheground,andthenpeekedup,andthelittleshinyblackeyesofthewomantookherin.«Idon’tknow,"shemumbled.
Thewomanploppedtheappleboxontheground.«Gotalivetumor,"shesaid,andshecackledlikeahappyhen.«Which’dyouruther?»shedemanded.
«Idunno—boy,Iguess.Sure—boy.»
«Youjus’comein,didn’ya?»
«Las’night—late.»
«Gonnastay?»
«Idon’know.
