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Chapter 22
Gitupback,an’we’llalllook.»Themanclimbedovertheside-boardsanddroppedinthebed.
Pasaid,«Iain’tgotnohunchwe’llfindwork.Guesswegottolook,though.Wedon’tevenknowwhere-attolook.»
«Shouldatalkedtothefellasinthecamp,"Alsaid.«Howyoufeelin’,UncleJohn?»
«Iache,"saidUncleJohn.«Iacheallover,an’Igotitcomin’.IoughtagoawaywhereIwon’tbringdownpunishmentonmyownfolks.»
PaputhishandonJohn’sknee.«Lookhere,"hesaid,«don’yougoaway.We’redroppin’folksallthetime—Grampaan’Granmadead,Noahan’Connie—runout,an’thepreacher—injail.»
«Igotahunchwe’llseethatpreacheragin,"Johnsaid.Alfingeredtheballonthegear-shiftlever.«Youdon’feelgoodenoughtohavenohunches,"hesaid.«Thehellwithit.Le’sgobackan’talk,an’findoutwherethey’ssomework.We’rejus’huntin’skunksunderwater.»Hestoppedthetruckandleanedoutthewindowandcalledback,«Hey!Lookie!We’rea-goin’backtothecampan’tryan’seewherethey’swork.Theyain’tnouseburnin’gaslikethis.»
Themanleanedoverthetruckside.«Suitsme,"hesaid.«Mydogsisworecleanuptotheankle.An’Iain’tevengotanibble.»
Alturnedaroundinthemiddleoftheroadandheadedback.
Pasaid,«Ma’sgonnabepurtyhurt,’speciallywhenTomgotworksoeasy.»
«Maybehenevergotnone,"Alsaid.«Maybehejus’wentlookin’,too.IwishtIcouldgetworkinagarage.
