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Chapter 30
Mastruggleduptoherfeetandwenttothedoor.«Wegottogitoutahere.»
«Can’t,"Alsaid.«Allourstuff’shere.Truck’shere.Ever’thingwegot.»
«Where’sPa?»
«Gonetogetstuffforbreakfas’.»
Malookeddownatthewater.Itwasonlysixinchesdownfromthefloorbynow.ShewentbacktothemattressandlookedatRoseofSharon.Thegirlstaredbackather.
«Howyoufeel?»Maasked.
«Tar’d.Jus’tar’dout.»
«Gonnagetsomebreakfas’intoyou.»
«Iain’thungry.»
Mrs.WainwrightmovedbesideMa.«Shelooksallright.Comethroughitfine.»
RoseofSharon’seyesquestionedMa,andMatriedtoavoidthequestion.Mrs.Wainwrightwalkedtothestove.
«Ma?»
«Yeah?Whatyouwant?»
«Is—it—allright?»
Magaveuptheattempt.Shekneeleddownonthemattress.«Youcanhavemore,"shesaid.«Wedoneever’thingweknowed.»
RoseofSharonstruggledandpushedherselfup.«Ma!»
«Youcouldn’he’pit.»
Thegirllaybackagain,andcoveredhereyeswithherarms.Ruthiecreptcloseandlookeddowninawe.Shewhisperedharshly,«Shesick,Ma?Shegonnadie?»
«’Coursenot.She’sgonnabeawright.Awright.»
Pacameinwithhisarmloadofpackages.«Howisshe?»
«Awright,"Masaid.«She’sgonnabeawright.»
RuthiereportedtoWinfield.«Sheain’tgonnadie.Masaysso.»
AndWinfield,pickinghisteethwithasplinterinaveryadultmanner,said,«Iknoweditallthetime.»
«How’dyouknow?»
«Iwon’ttell,"saidWinfield,andhespatoutapieceofthesplinter.
