“Sure. I been watchin’. I could fix up a little place, hide away. Soon’s my face gets well, I’d come out.”
“You gonna scar purty bad,” said Ma.
“Hell! Ever’body’s got scars.”
“I picked four hunderd poun’s oncet,” Pa said. “’Course it was a good heavy crop. If we all pick, we could get some money.”
“Could get some meat,” said Al. “What’ll we do right now?”
“Go back there, an’ sleep in the truck till mornin’,” Pa said. “Git work in the mornin’. I can see them bolls even in the dark.”
“How ’bout Tom?” Ma asked.
“Now you jus’ forget me, Ma. I’ll take me a blanket. You look out on the way back. They’s a nice culvert. You can bring me some bread or potatoes, or mush, an’ just leave it there. I’ll come get it.”
“Well!”
“Seems like good sense to me,” said Pa.