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Chapter 6
Joadthrewthelastbonesintothefireandlickedhisfingersandthenwipedthemonhispants.Hestoodupandbroughtthebottleofwaterfromtheporch,tookasparingdrink,andpassedthebottlebeforehesatdownagain.Hewenton."Thethingthatgivemethemos’troublewas,itdidn’makenosense.Youdon’tlookfornosensewhenlightnin’killsacow,oritcomesupaflood.That’sjus’thewaythingsis.Butwhenabunchofmentakean’lockyouupfouryears,itoughttohavesomemeaning.Menissupposedtothinkthingsout.Heretheyputmein,an’keepmean’feedmefouryears.ThatoughttoeithermakemesoIwon’tdoheragainorelsepunishmesoI’llbeafraidtodoheragain"—hepaused—"butifHerboranybodyelsecomeforme,I’ddoheragain.DoherbeforeIcouldfigureherout.SpeciallyifIwasdrunk.Thatsortofsenselessnesskindaworriesaman."
Muleyobserved,"Judgesayshegiveyoualightsentence’causeitwasn’tallyourfault."
Joadsaid,"They’saguyinMcAlester—lifer.Hestudiesallthetime.He’ssec’etaryofthewarden—writesthewarden’slettersan’stufflikethat.Well,he’sonehellofabrightguyan’readslawan’allstufflikethat.Well,Italkedtohimonetimeabouther,’causehereadssomuchstuff.An’hesaysitdon’tdonogoodtoreadbooks.Sayshe’sreadever’thingaboutprisonsnow,an’intheoldtimes;an’hesaysshemakeslesssensetohimnowthanshedidbeforehestartsreadin’.
