“Sure, sometime.”
“You said purty soon!” she cried angrily.
“Well, soon is when soon comes.”
“You promised.” He walked his fingers around farther. “Git away,” she cried. “You said we was.”
“Well, sure we are.”
“An’ now you’re goin’ away.”
Al demanded, “What’s the matter with you? You in a fambly way?”
“No, I ain’t.”
Al laughed. “I jus’ been wastin’ my time, huh?”
Her chin shot out. She jumped to her feet. “You git away from me, Al Joad. I don’ wanta see you no more.”