“When ya killed that fella—did—did ya ever dream about it or anything? Did it worry ya?”
“No.”
“Well, didn’ ya never think about it?”
“Sure. I was sorry ’cause he was dead.”
“Ya didn’t take no blame to yourself?”
“No. I done my time, an’ I done my own time.”
“Was it—awful bad—there?”
Tom said nervously, “Look, Al. I done my time, an’ now it’s done.
I don’ wanna do it over an’ over. There’s the river up ahead, an’ there’s the town. Let’s jus’ try an’ get a con-rod an’ the hell with the res’ of it.”
“Ma’s awful partial to you,” said Al. “She mourned when you was gone. Done it all to herself. Kinda cryin’ down inside of her throat. We could tell what she was thinkin’ about, though.”