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Chapter 28
Therainpourednow,scouredattheroofofthecar.
Malookedupatit.«ThankGodwegotatightroof,"shesaid.«Themtentsleaks,nomatterhowgood.Jus’putonalittlewater,Mis’Wainwright.»
RoseofSharonlaystillonamattress.Sheletthemtakeoffhershoesandrubherfeet.Mrs.Wainwrightbentoverher.«Yougotpain?»shedemanded.
«No.Jus’don’feelgood.Jus’feelbad.»
«Igotpainkilleran’salts,"Mrs.Wainwrightsaid.«You’rewelcometo’emifyouwant’em.Perfec’lywelcome.»
Thegirlshiveredviolently.«Covermeup,Ma.I’mcol’.»Mabroughtalltheblanketsandpiledthemontopofher.Therainroareddownontheroof.
Nowthewood-gatherersreturned,theirarmspiledhighwithsticksandtheirhatsandcoatsdripping.«Jesus,she’swet,"Pasaid.«Soaksyouinaminute.»
Masaid,«Bettergobackan’getmore.Burnsupawfulquick.Bedarkpurtysoon.»RuthieandWinfielddrippedinandthrewtheirsticksonthepile.Theyturnedtogoagain.«Youstay,"Maordered.«Stan’upclosetothefirean’getdry.»
Theafternoonwassilverwithrain,theroadsglitteredwithwater.Hourbyhourthecottonplantsseemedtoblackenandshrivel.PaandAlandUncleJohnmadetripaftertripintothethicketsandbroughtbackloadsofdeadwood.Theypileditnearthedoor,untiltheheapofitnearlyreachedtheceiling,andatlasttheystoppedandwalkedtowardthestove.Streamsofwaterranfromtheirhatstotheirshoulders.Theedgesoftheircoatsdrippedandtheirshoessquishedastheywalked
