“Christ Awmighty! We all need stuff!”
Ma said, “How much’d we make today?”
“Dollar forty-two.”
“Well, you go right over’n get a can a milk for Winfiel’.”
“Now why’d he have to get sick?”
“I don’t know why, but he is. Now you git!” Pa went grumbling out the door. “You stirrin’ that mush?”
“Yeah.” Rose of Sharon speeded up the stirring to prove it.
Al complained, “God Awmighty, Ma! Is mush all we get after workin’ till dark?”
“Al, you know we got to git. Take all we got for gas. You know.”
“But, God Awmighty, Ma! A fella needs meat if he’s gonna work.”