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Chapter 28
Wainwright.»
Heraisedadelicatelychiseledface.Hiseyesweredeepundertheridgesofhisbrows.Hishairwasblue-whiteandfine.Apatinaofsilverbeardcoveredhisjawsandchin.«Evenin’,ma’am,"hesaid.
«Wegotpickin’tomorra,"Maobserved.«Milenorth.Twentyacres.»
«Bettertakethetruck,Iguess,"Pasaid.«Getinmorepickin’.»Wainwrightraisedhisheadeagerly.«S’posewecanpick?»
«Why,sure.Iwalkedapiecewiththefella.Hewascomin’togetpickers.»
«Cotton’snearlygone.Purtythin,thesehereseconds.Gonnabehardtomakeawageontheseconds.Gotherprettycleanthefusttime.»
«Yourfolkscouldmayberidewithus,"Masaid.«Splitthegas.»
«Well—that’sfrien’lyofyou,ma’am.»
«Savesusboth,"saidMa.Pasaid,«Mr.Wainwright—he’sgotaworryhecometousabout.Wewasa-talkin’herover.»
«What’sthematter?»Wainwrightlookeddownatthefloor.«OurAggie,"hesaid.«She’sabiggirl—nearsixteen,an’growedup.»
«Aggie’saprettygirl,"saidMa.«Listen’imout,"Pasaid.«Well,heran’yourboyAl,they’rea-walkin’outever’night.An’Aggie’sagoodhealthygirlthatoughtahaveahusban’,elseshemightgitintrouble.Weneverhadnotroubleinourfamily.Butwhatwithusbein’sopooroff,now,Mis’Wainwrightan’me,wegottoworryin’.S’poseshegotintrouble?»
Marolleddownamattressandsatonit.«Theyoutnow?»sheasked.«Alwaysout,"saidWainwright.«Ever’night.»
«Hm.Well,Al’sagoodboy.
