Al said, “I forgot. Ma give me a lot a stuff to tell you. She says don’t drink nothin’, an’ don’ get in no arguments, an’ don’t fight nobody. ’Cause she says she’s scairt you’ll get sent back.”
“She got plenty to get worked up about ’thout me givin’ her no trouble,” said Tom.
“Well, we could get a couple beers, can’t we? I’m jus’ a-ravin’ for a beer.”
“I dunno,” said Tom. “Pa’d crap a litter of lizards if we buy beers.”
“Well, look, Tom. I got six dollars. You an’ me could get a couple pints an’ go down the line. Nobody don’t know I got that six bucks. Christ, we could have a hell of a time for ourselves.”
“Keep ya jack,” Tom said. “When we get out to the coast you an’ me’ll take her an’ we’ll raise hell. Maybe when we’re workin’—” He turned in the seat. “I didn’ think you was a fella to go down the line. I figgered you was talkin’ ’em out of it.”
“Well, hell, I don’t know nobody here. If I’m gonna ride aroun’ much, I’m gonna get married. I’m gonna have me a hell of a time when we get to California.”
“Hope so,” said Tom.
“You ain’t sure a nothin’ no more.”
“No, I ain’t sure a nothin’.”