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Chapter 28
Woman,it’salloneflow,likeastream,littleeddies,littlewaterfalls,buttheriver,itgoesrighton.Womanlooksatitlikethat.Weain’tgonnadieout.Peopleisgoin’on—changin’alittle,maybe,butgoin’righton.»
«Howcanyoutell?»UncleJohndemanded.«What’stokeepever’thingfromstoppin’;allthefolksfromjus’gettin’tiredan’layin’down?»
Maconsidered.Sherubbedtheshinybackofonehandwiththeother,pushedthefingersofherrighthandbetweenthefingersofherleft.«Hardtosay,"shesaid.«Ever’thingwedo—seemstomeisaimedrightatgoin’on.Seemsthatwaytome.Evengettin’hungry—evenbein’sick;somedie,buttherestistougher.Jus’trytolivetheday,jus’theday.»
UncleJohnsaid,«Ifon’yshedidn’diethattime—"
«Jus’livetheday,"Masaid.«Don’worryyaself.»
«Theymightbeagoodyearnex’year,backhome,"saidPa.Masaid,«Listen!»Therewerecreepingstepsonthecat-walk,andthenAlcameinpastthecurtain.«Hullo,"hesaid.«Ithoughtyou’dbesleepin’bynow.»
«Al,"Masaid.«We’rea-talkin’.Comesethere.»
«Sure—O.K.Iwantatalktoo.I’llhaftabegoin’awayprettysoonnow.»
«Youcan’t.Weneedyouhere.Whyyougottogoaway?»
«Well,mean’AggieWainwright,wefiggerstogetmarried,an’I’mgonnagitajobinagarage,an’we’llhavearent’houseforawhile,an!—"Helookedupfiercely.«Well,weare,an’theyain’tnobodycanstopus!»
Theywerestaringathim.
