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Chapter 26
Theythrewthetoolsintothecar.«Comeon,le’sgo,"Tomcalled.
«We’regonnagetsomeworkatlast.»
Magotinthemiddleagain.Aldrovethistime.
«Nowtakehereasy.Don’tburnherup,Al.»
Theydroveonthroughthesunnymorningfields.Themistliftedfromthehilltopsandtheywereclearandbrown,withblack-purplecreases.Thewilddovesflewupfromthefencesasthetruckpassed.Alunconsciouslyincreasedhisspeed.
«Easy,"Tomwarnedhim.«She’llblowupifyoucrowdher.Wegottogetthere.Mightevengetinsomeworktoday.»
Masaidexcitedly,«Withfourmena-workin’maybeIcangetsomecreditrightoff.FustthingI’llgetiscoffee,’causeyoubeenwantingthat,an’thensomeflouran’bakin’powderan’somemeat.Betternotgetnoside-meatrightoff.Savethatforlater.MaybeSat’dy.An’soap.Gottogetsoap.Wonderwherewe’llstay.»Shebabbledon.«An’milk.I’llgetsomemilk’causeRosasharn,sheoughttohavemilk.Theladynursesaysthat.»
Asnakewriggledacrossthewarmhighway.Alzippedoverandranitdownandcamebacktohisownlane.«Gophersnake,"saidTom.«Yououghtn’ttodonethat.»
«Ihate’em,"saidAlgaily.«Hateallkinds.Givemethestomach-quake.»
Theforenoontrafficonthehighwayincreased,salesmeninshinycoupeswiththeinsigniaoftheircompaniespaintedonthedoors,redandwhitegasolinetrucksdraggingclinkingchainsbehindthem,greatsquare-dooredvansfromwholesalegroceryhouses,deliveringproduce.Thecountrywasrichalongtheroadside.
