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Chapter 26
«What’llwedorightnow?»
«Gobackthere,an’sleepinthetrucktillmornin’,"Pasaid.«Gitworkinthemornin’.Icanseethembollseveninthedark.»
«How’boutTom?»Maasked.
«Nowyoujus’forgetme,Ma.I’lltakemeablanket.Youlookoutonthewayback.They’saniceculvert.Youcanbringmesomebreadorpotatoes,ormush,an’justleaveitthere.I’llcomegetit.»
«Well!»
«Seemslikegoodsensetome,"saidPa.
«Itisgoodsense,"Tominsisted.«Soon’smyfacegetsalittlebetter,whyI’llcomeoutan’gotopickin’.»
«Well,awright,"Maagreed.«Butdon’youtakenochancet.Don’letnobodyseeyouforawhile.»
Tomcrawledtothebackofthetruck.«I’lljus’takethishereblanket.Youlookforthatculvertonthewayback,Ma.»
«Takecare,"shebegged.«Youtakecare.»
«Sure,"saidTom.«SureIwill.»Heclimbedthetailboard,steppeddownthebank.«Goodnight,"hesaid.
Mawatchedhisfigureblurwiththenightanddisappearintothebushesbesidethestream.«DearJesus,Ihopeit’sawright,"shesaid.
Alasked,«YouwantIshouldgobacknow?»
«Yeah,"saidPa.
«Goslow,"saidMa.«Iwantabesurean’seethatculverthesaidabout.Igottoseethat.»
Albackedandfilledonthenarrowroad,untilhehadreversedhisdirection.Hedroveslowlybacktothelineofboxcars.Thetrucklightsshowedthecat-walksuptothewidecardoors.Thedoorsweredark.Noonemovedinthenight.Alshutoffhislights.
«YouandUncleJohnclimbupback,"hesaidtoRoseofSharon
