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Chapter 28
OutsideRuthieandWinfieldwerewaiting,theireyesstrained,theircheekspuffedandfullofCrackerJack.
«Won’teatnosupper,Ibet,"Masaid.
Peoplestreamedtowardtheboxcarcamp.Thetentswerelighted.Smokepouredfromthestovepipes.TheJoadsclimbeduptheircat-walkandintotheirendoftheboxcar.RoseofSharonsatonaboxbesidethestove.Shehadafirestarted,andthetinstovewaswine-coloredwithheat.«Didyagetmilk?»shedemanded.
«Yeah.Righthere.»
«Giveittome.Iain’thadanysencenoon.»
«Shethinksit’slikemedicine.»
«Thatnurse-ladysaysso.»
«Yougotpotatoesready?»
«Rightthere—peeled.»
«We’llfry’em,"saidMa.«Gotporkchops.Cutupthempotatoesinthenewfrypan.Andth’owinaonion.Youfellasgooutan’wash,an’bringinabucketawater.Where’sRuthiean’Winfiel’?Theyoughtawash.TheyeachgotCrackerJack,"MatoldRoseofSharon.«Eachgotawholebox.»
Themenwentouttowashinthestream.RoseofSharonslicedthepotatoesintothefryingpanandstirredthemaboutwiththeknifepoint.
Suddenlythetarpaulinwasthrustaside.Astoutperspiringfacelookedinfromtheotherendofthecar.«How’dyouallmakeout,Mis’Joad?»
Maswungaround.«Why,evenin’,Mis’Wainwright.Wedonegood.Threean’ahalf.Threefifty-seven,exact.»
«Wedonefourdollars.»
«Well,"saidMa.«’Coursethey’smoreofyou.»
«Yeah.Jonasisgrowin’up.Havin’porkchops,Isee.»Winfieldcreptinthroughthedoor.«Ma!»
«Hushaminute.
