“Over there,” said Ma. “Come on, Rosasharn. We’re a-goin’.”
The girl sat still, her chin sunk on her breast. Tom walked over to her. “Come on,” he said.
“I ain’t a-goin’.” She did not raise her head.
“You got to go.”
“I want Connie. I ain’t a-goin’ till he comes back.”
Three cars pulled out of the camp, up the road to the highway, old cars loaded with the camps and the people. They clanked up the highway and rolled away, their dim lights glancing along the road.
Tom said, “Connie’ll find us. I lef’ word up at the store where we’d be. He’ll find us.”
Ma came up and stood beside him. “Come on, Rosasharn. Come on, honey,” she said gently.
“I wanta wait.”
“We can’t wait.” Ma leaned down and took the girl by the arm and helped her to her feet.