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Chapter 28
«Gitoutan’wash,"shecommanded.
Alightsprangupintheotherendofthecar.AndtherecamethesoundofthebreakingoftwigsfromtheWainwrightend.«Mis’Joad,"camethecall.«We’regettin’ready.We’llbeready.»
Algrumbled,«Whatwegottobeupsoearlyfor?»
«It’son’ytwentyacres,"Masaid.«Gottogetthere.Ain’tmuchcottonlef’.Gottobethere’foreshe’spicked.»Marushedthemdressed,rushedthebreakfastintothem.«Comeon,drinkyourcoffee,"shesaid.«Gottostart.»
«Wecan’tpicknocottoninthedark,Ma.»
«Wecanbetherewhenitgetslight.»
«Maybeit’swet.»
«Didn’rainenough.Comeonnow,drinkyourcoffee.Al,soon’syou’rethrough,bettergettheenginerunnin’.»Shecalled,«Younearready,Mis’Wainwright?»
«Jus’eatin’.Bereadyinaminute.»Outside,thecamphadcometolife.Firesburnedinfrontofthetents.Thestovepipesfromtheboxcarsspurtedsmoke.Altippeduphiscoffeeandgotamouthfulofgrounds.Hewentdownthecat-walkspittingthemout.«We’reawready,Mis’Wainwright,"Macalled.SheturnedtoRoseof
Sharon.Shesaid,«Yougottostay.»Thegirlsetherjaw.«I’ma-goin,"shesaid.«Ma,Igottogo.»
«Well,yougotnocottonsack.Youcan’tpullnosack.»
«I’llpickintoyoursack.»
«Iwishtyouwouldn’.»
«I’ma-goin’.»Masighed.«I’llkeepmyeyeonyou.Wishtwecouldhaveadoctor.»RoseofSharonmovednervouslyaboutthecar.Sheputonalightcoatandtookitoff.«Takeablanket,"Masaid.
