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Chapter 26
Alstoppedbesidetheroadandgotoutagain.
«Nowwhatyawant?»
«Shutofftheenginean’climbuphere,"Tomsaid.Algotintotheseat,droveoffintotheditch,cutlightsandengine.Heclimbedoverthetailgate.«Awright,"hesaid.
TomcrawledoverthepotsandkneltinfrontofMa.«Look,"hesaid.«Itsaystheywantcottonpickers.Iseenthatsign.NowIbeentryin’tofiggerhowI’mgonnastaywithyou,an’notmakenotrouble.Whenmyfacegetswell,maybeit’llbeawright,butnotnow.Yaseethemcarsbackthere.Well,thepickersliveinthem.Nowmaybethey’sworkthere.Howaboutifyougetworktherean’liveinoneofthemcars?»
«How’boutyou?»Mademanded.«Well,youseenthatcrick,allfullabrush.Well,Icouldhideinthatbrushan’keepoutasight.An’atnightyoucouldbringmeoutsomepintoeat.Iseenaculvert,littlewaysback.Icouldmaybesleepinthere.»
Pasaid,«ByGod,I’dliketogetmyhandsonsomecotton!There’sworkIun’erstan’.»
«Themcarsmightbeapurtyplacetostay,"saidMa.«Nicean’dry.Youthinkthey’senoughbrushtohidein,Tom?»
«Sure.Ibeenwatchin’.Icouldfixupalittleplace,hideaway.Soon’smyfacegetswell,I’dcomeout.»
«Yougonnascarpurtybad,"saidMa.
«Hell!Ever’body’sgotscars.»
«Ipickedfourhunderdpoun’soncet,"Pasaid.«’Courseitwasagoodheavycrop.Ifweallpick,wecouldgetsomemoney.»
«Couldgetsomemeat,"saidAl.
