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Chapter 22
«Don’tyoubelievenoneofthemthings.»
RoseofSharonwhisperedinterror,«Whenshesaidaboutburnin’,Ifeltburnin’.»
«Thatain’ttrue,"saidMa.
«I’mtar’dout,"thegirlwhispered.«I’mtar’dathingshappenin’.Iwantasleep.Iwantasleep.»
«Well,yousleep,then.Thishere’saniceplace.Youcansleep.»
«Butshemightcomeback.»
«Shewon’t,"saidMa,«I’ma-gonnasetrightoutside,an’Iwon’tlethercomeback.Res’upnow,’causeyougottogettoworkinthenu’serypurtysoon.»
Mastruggledtoherfeetandwenttositintheentrancetothetent.Shesatonaboxandputherelbowsonherkneesandherchininhercuppedhands.Shesawthemovementinthecamp,heardthevoicesofthechildren,thehammeringofanironrim;buthereyeswerestaringaheadofher.
Pa,comingbackalongtheroad,foundherthere,andhesquattednearher.Shelookedslowlyoverathim.«Gitwork?»sheasked.
«No,"hesaid,ashamed.«Welooked.»
«Where’sAlandJohnandthetruck?»
«Al’sfixin’somepin.Hadtaborrysometools.FellasaysAlgottofixherthere.»
Masaidsadly,«Thishere’saniceplace.Wecouldbehappyhereawhile.»
«Ifwecouldgetwork.»
«Yeah!Ifyoucouldgetwork.»
Hefelthersadness,andstudiedherface.«Whatyoua-mopin’about?Ifit’ssechaniceplacewhyhaveyougottomope?»
Shegazedathim,andsheclosedhereyesslowly.«Funny,ain’tit.Allthetimewewasa-movin’an’shovin’,Ineverthoughtnone.
