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Chapter 28
See?God,I’mtalkin’likeCasy.Comesofthinkin’abouthimsomuch.SeemslikeIcanseehimsometimes.»
«Idon’un’erstan’,"Masaid.«Idon’reallyknow.»
«Meneither,"saidTom.«It’sjus’stuffIbeenthinkin’about.Getthinkin’alotwhenyouain’tmovin’aroun’.Yougottogetback,Ma.»
«Youtakethemoneythen.»Hewassilentforamoment.«Awright,"hesaid.«An’,Tom,later—whenit’sblowedover,you’llcomeback.You’llfindus?»
«Sure,"hesaid.«Nowyoubettergo.Here,gimmeyourhan’.»Heguidedhertowardtheentrance.Herfingersclutchedhiswrist.Hesweptthevinesasideandfollowedherout.«Gouptothefieldtillyoucometoasycamoreontheedge,an’thencutacrostthestream.Good-by.»
«Good-by,"shesaid,andshewalkedquicklyaway.Hereyeswerewetandburning,butshedidnotcry.Herfootstepswereloudandcarelessontheleavesasshewentthroughthebrush.Andasshewent,outofthedimskytherainbegantofall,bigdropsandfew,splashingonthedryleavesheavily.Mastoppedandstoodstillinthedrippingthicket.Sheturnedabout—tookthreestepsbacktowardthemoundofvines;andthensheturnedquicklyandwentbacktowardtheboxcarcamp.Shewentstraightouttotheculvertandclimbedupontheroad.Therainhadpassednow,buttheskywasovercast.Behindherontheroadsheheardfootsteps,andsheturnednervously.Theblinkingofadimflashlightplayedontheroad.Maturnedbackandstartedforhome.Inamomentamancaughtupwithher.
