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Chapter 22
Say,Alwantstoseeya.Sayshegottogitatire.Onlyonelayeraclothlef’,hesays.»Pastoodup.«Ihopehecangithercheap.Weain’tgotmuchlef’.WhereisAl?»
«Downthere,tothenex’cross-streetan’turnright.Saysgonnablowoutan’spoilatubeifwedon’getanewone.»Pastrolledaway,andhiseyesfollowedthegiantVofducksdownthesky.
UncleJohnpickedastonefromthegroundanddroppeditfromhispalmandpickeditupagain.HedidnotlookatMa.«Theyain’tnowork,"hesaid.
«Youdidn’lookallover,"Masaid.
«No,butthey’ssignsout.»
«Well,Tommustagotwork.Heain’tbeenback.»
UncleJohnsuggested,«Maybehewentaway—likeConnie,orlikeNoah.»
Maglancedsharplyathim,andthenhereyessoftened.«They’sthingsyouknow,"shesaid.«They’sstuffyou’resureof.Tom’sgotwork,an’he’llcomeinthisevenin’.That’strue.»Shesmiledinsatisfaction.«Ain’theafineboy!»shesaid.«Ain’theagoodboy!»
Thecarsandtrucksbegantocomeintothecamp,andthementroopedbytowardthesanitaryunit.Andeachmancarriedcleanoverallsandshirtinhishand.
Mapulledherselftogether.«John,yougofindPa.Gettothestore.Iwantbeansan’sugaran’—apieceoffryin’meatan’carrotsan’tellPatogetsomepinnice—anything—butnice—fortonight.Tonightwe’llhave—somepinnice.»
