“Yeah? Ain’t you asleep yet?”
“Ma—they gonna have croquet where we’re goin’?”
“I don’ know. Get some sleep. We want to get an early start.”
“Well, I wisht we’d stay here where we’re sure we got croquet.”
“Sh!” said Ma. “Ma, Winfiel’ hit a kid tonight.”
“He shouldn’ of.”
“I know. I tol’ ’im, but he hit the kid right in the nose an’ Jesus, how the blood run down!”
“Don’ talk like that. It ain’t a nice way to talk.” Winfield turned over. “That kid says we was Okies,” he said in an outraged voice. “He says he wasn’t no Okie ’cause he come from Oregon.
Says we was goddamn Okies. I socked him.”
“Sh! You shouldn’. He can’t hurt you callin’ names.”