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Chapter 30
Themenwatchedthewaterslowlyclimbtoit,liftitgentlyandfloatitaway.Paplacedanothertwiganinchabovethewaterandsettledbacktowatch.
«Thinkit’llcomeinsidethecar?»Alasked.
«Can’ttell.They’sahellofalotofwatergottocomedownfromthehillsyet.Can’ttell.Mightstartuptorainagain.»
Alsaid,«Ibeena-thinkin’.Ifshecomein,ever’thing’llgetsoaked.»
«Yeah.»
«Well,shewon’tcomeupmore’nthree-fourfeetinthecar’causeshe’llgooverthehighwayan’spreadoutfirst.»
«Howyouknow?»Paasked.
«Itookasightonher,offtheendofthecar.»Heheldhishand.«’Boutthisfarupshe’llcome.»
«Awright,"Pasaid.«Whataboutit?Wewon’tbehere.»
«Wegottobehere.Truck’shere.Takeaweektogetthewateroutofherwhenthefloodgoesdown.»
«Well—what’syouridear?»
«Wecantearouttheside-boardsofthetruckan’buildakindaplatforminheretopileourstuffan’tosetupon.»
«Yeah?How’llwecook—how’llweeat?»
«Well,it’llkeepourstuffdry.»
Thelightgrewstrongeroutside,agraymetalliclight.Thesecondlittlestickfloatedawayfromthecat-walk.Paplacedanotheronehigherup.«Sureclimbin’,"hesaid.«Iguesswebetterdothat.»
Maturnedrestlesslyinhersleep.Hereyesstartedwideopen.Shecriedsharplyinwarning,«Tom!Oh,Tom!Tom!»
Mrs.Wainwrightspokesoothingly.TheeyesflickedclosedagainandMasquirmedunderherdream.Mrs.Wainwrightgotupandwalkedtothedoorway.«Hey!»shesaidsoftly.
