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Chapter 30
We’lldowhatwegottodo.Nowhush.Youmightwakeher.»
Mrs.Wainwrightbroketwigsandpokedtheminthesodden,smokingfire.
Fromoutsidecamethesoundofanangryvoice.«I’mgoin’inan’seetheson-of-a-bitchmyself.»
Andthen,justoutsidethedoor,Al’svoice,«Whereyouthinkyou’regoin’?»
«Goin’intoseethatbastardJoad.»
«No,youain’t.What’sthematter’thyou?»
«Ifhedidn’thavethatfoolidearaboutthebank,we’dagotout.Nowourcarisdead.»
«Youthinkoursisburnin’uptheroad?»
«I’ma-goin’in.»
Al’svoicewascold.«You’regonnafightyourwayin.»
Pagotslowlytohisfeetandwenttothedoor.«Awright,Al,I’mcomin’out.It’sawright,Al.»Pasliddownthecat-walk.Maheardhimsay,«Wegotsickness.Comeondownhere.»
Therainscatteredlightlyontheroofnow,andanew-risenbreezeblewitalonginsweeps.Mrs.WainwrightcamefromthestoveandlookeddownatRoseofSharon.«Dawn’sa-comin’soon,ma’am.Whyn’tyougitsomesleep?I’llsetwithher.»
«No,"Masaid.«Iain’ttar’d.»
«Inapig’seye,"saidMrs.Wainwright.«Comeon,youlaydownawhile.»
Mafannedtheairslowlywithhercardboard.«Youbeenfrien’ly,"shesaid.«Wethankyou.»
Thestoutwomansmiled.«Noneedtothank.Ever’body’sinthesamewagon.S’posewewasdown.You’dagiveusahan’.»
«Yes,"Masaid,«wewould.»
«Oranybody.»
«Oranybody.Use’tabethefamblywasfust.Itain’tsonow.It’sanybody.Worseoffweget,themorewegottodo.»
