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Chapter 22
RoseofSharonwentunderthetarpaulinandlaydownandcoveredherfacewithablanket.
ThemanagerlookedatMa,lookeddownatthestickinherhand.Hesmiledtiredly.«Didyouclouther?»heasked.
Macontinuedtostareaftertheretreatingpeople.Sheshookherheadslowly.«No—butIwoulda.Twicettodaysheworkedmygirlup.»
Themanagersaid,«Trynottohither.Sheisn’twell.Shejustisn’twell.»Andheaddedsoftly,«Iwishshe’dgoaway,andallherfamily.Shebringsmoretroubleonthecampthanalltheresttogether.»
Magotherselfinhandagain.«Ifshecomesback,Imighthither.Iain’tsure.Iwon’tletherworrymygirlnomore.»
«Don’tworryaboutit,Mrs.Joad,"hesaid.«Youwon’teverseeheragain.Sheworksoverthenewcomers.Shewon’tevercomeback.Shethinksyou’reasinner.»
«Well,Iam,"saidMa.
«Sure.Everybodyis,butnotthewayshemeans.Sheisn’twell,Mrs.Joad.»
Malookedathimgratefully,andshecalled,«Youhearthat,Rosasharn?Sheain’twell.She’scrazy.»Butthegirldidnotraiseherhead.Masaid,«I’mwarnin’you,mister.Ifshecomesback,Iain’ttobetrusted.I’llhither.»
Hesmiledwryly.«Iknowhowyoufeel,"hesaid.«Butjusttrynotto.That’sallIask—justtrynotto.»HewalkedslowlyawaytowardthetentwhereMrs.Sandryhadbeencarried.
MawentintothetentandsatdownbesideRoseofSharon.«Lookup,"shesaid.Thegirllaystill.Magentlyliftedtheblanketfromherdaughter’sface.«Thatwoman’skindacrazy,"shesaid.
