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Chapter 26
Theirarmswerefullofsticksandbitsofbrush.Theydroppedtheirloadsbythestove.
«Nowwhat?»Pademanded.
«It’sWinfiel’.Heneedssomemilk.»
«ChristAwmighty!Weallneedstuff!»
Masaid,«Howmuch’dwemaketoday?»
«Dollarforty-two.»
«Well,yougorightover’ngetacanamilkforWinfiel’.»
«Nowwhy’dhehavetogetsick?»
«Idon’tknowwhy,butheis.Nowyougit!»Pawentgrumblingoutthedoor.«Youstirrin’thatmush?»
«Yeah.»RoseofSharonspeededupthestirringtoproveit.
Alcomplained,«GodAwmighty,Ma!Ismushallwegetafterworkin’tilldark?»
«Al,youknowwegottogit.Takeallwegotforgas.Youknow.»
«But,GodAwmighty,Ma!Afellaneedsmeatifhe’sgonnawork.»
«Jus’yousitquiet,"shesaid.«Wegottotakethebigges’thingan’whupitfust.An’youknowwhatthatthingis.»
Tomasked,«Isitaboutme?»
«We’lltalkwhenwe’veet,"saidMa.«Al,wegotenoughgastogoaways,ain’twe?»
«’Boutaquartertank,"saidAl.
«Iwishtyou’dtellme,"Tomsaid.
«After.Jus’wait.»
«Keep-a-stirrin’thatmush,you.Here,lemmeputonsomecoffee.Youcanhavesugaronyourmushorinyourcoffee.Theyain’tenoughforboth.»
Pacamebackwithonetallcanofmilk.«’Levencents,"hesaiddisgustedly.
«Here!»Matookthecanandstabbeditopen.Sheletthethickstreamoutintoacup,andhandedittoTom.«GivethattoWinfiel’.»Tomkneltbesidethemattress.«Here,drinkthis.»
«Ican’t.I’dsickitallup.Leavemebe.»Tomstoodup.
