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Chapter 22
«No,Iain’t,"saidJessie.
«Well,Idid,"Anniesaid.«Las’winter;an’wewasastarvin’—mean’Paan’thelittlefellas.An’itwasa-rainin’.Fellatol’ustogototheSalvationArmy.»Hereyesgrewfierce.«Wewashungrytheymadeuscrawlforourdinner.Theytookourdignity.They—Ihate’em!An’—maybeMis’Joycetookcharity.Maybeshedidn’knowthisain’tcharity.Mis’Joad,wedon’tallownobodyinthiscamptobuildtheirselfupthat-a-way.Wedon’tallownobodytogivenothingtoanotherperson.Theycangiveittothecamp,an’thecampcanpassitout.Wewon’thavenocharity!»Hervoicewasfierceandhoarse.«Ihate’em,"shesaid.«Iain’tneverseenmymanbeatbefore,butthemthemSalvationArmydoneitto’im.»
Jessienodded.«Iheard,"shesaidsoftly.«Iheard.WegottotakeMis’Joadaroun.»
Masaid,«Itsureisnice.»
«Le’sgotothesewin’room,"Anniesuggested.«Gottwomachines.They’sa-quiltin’,an’they’remakingdresses.Youmightliketaworkoverthere.»
WhenthecommitteecalledonMa,RuthieandWinfieldfadedimperceptiblybackoutofreach.
«Whyn’twegoalongan’listen?»Winfieldasked.
Ruthiegrippedhisarm.«No,"shesaid.«Wegotwashedforthemsons-a-bitches.Iain’tgoin’with’em.»
Winfieldsaid,«Youtol’onme’boutthetoilet.I’ma-gonnatellwhatyoucalledthemladies.»
AshadowoffearcrossedRuthie’sface.«Don’doit.Itol’’causeIknowedyoudidn’reallybreakit.»
