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Chapter 22
Jessieadvancedonher,andtheperspirationbeadedoutontheflusteryconfessor.«Wecan’the’pit,Mis’Bullitt.»
«Nowyoutellwhatyou’retellin’,"Jessiesaid.«Thishereunit’ssufferedashame’boutthattoiletpaper.»
«Allweek,Mis’Bullitt.Wecouldn’he’pit.YouknowIgotfivegirls.»
«Whattheybeena-doin’withit?»Jessiedemandedominously.
«Jes’usin’it.Hones’,jes’usin’it.»
«Theyain’tgottheright!Four-fivesheetsisenough.What’sthematter’th’em?»
Theconfessorbleated,«Skitters.Allfiveof’em.Webeenlowonmoney.Theyetgreengrapes.Theyallfivegotthehowlin’skitters.Runoutever’tenminutes.»Shedefendedthem,«Buttheyain’tstealin’it.»
Jessiesighed.«Youshouldatol’,"shesaid.«Yougottotell.Here’sUnitFoursufferin’shame’causeyounevertol’.Anybodycangittheskitters.»
Themeekvoicewhined,«Ijes’can’tkeep’emfromeatin’themgreengrapes.An’they’rea-gettin’worseallatime.»
EllaSummersburstout,«TheAid.SheoughtagittheAid.»
«EllaSummers,"Jessiesaid,«I’ma-tellin’youforthelas’time,youain’ttheChair.»Sheturnedbacktotheraddledlittlewoman.
«Ain’tyougotnomoney,Mis’Joyce?»
Shelookedashamedlydown.«No,butwemightgitworkanytime.»
«Nowyouhol’upyourhead,"Jessiesaid.«Thatain’tnocrime.Youjes’waltzrightovert’theWeedpatchstorean’gityousomegroceries.Thecampgottwentydollars’creditthere.
