The Grapes of Wrath Page #5

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CASY:

And you ain't ashamed?

TOM:

(shaking his head)

He had a knife in me. That's why

they only gave me seven years. Got

out in four--parole.

CASY:

Ain't you seen your folks since then?

TOM:

(putting on his coat)

No, but I aim to before sundown.

Gettin' kind of excited about it,

too. Which way you going?

CASY:

(putting on his sneaker)

It don't matter. Ever since I lost

the sperit it looks like I just as

soon go one way as the other.

(Rising)

I'll go your way.

They pause at the edge of the shade, squint up at the sky,

and then move off.

The scene dissolves to the SURFACE OF A DIRT ROAD by daylight.

Leaves are scuttling across it. The top soil begins to fly

up. It is not a hard wind as yet, but it is steady and

persistent. Tom's and Casy's feet walk into sight.

TOM:

Maybe Ma'll have pork for supper. I

ain't had pork but four times in

four years--every Christmas.

CASY:

I'll be glad to see you pa. Last

time I seen him was at a baptizin',

an' he had one a the bigges' doses

of the Holy Sperit I ever seen. He

go to jumpin' over bushes, howlin'

like a dog-wolf in moon-time. Fin'ly

he picks hisself out a bush big as a

piana an' he let out a squawk an'

took a run at that bush. Well, sir,

he cleared her but he bust his leg

snap in two. They was a travellin'

dentist there and he set her, an' I

give her a prayin' over, but they

wasn't no more Holy Sperit in your

pa after that.

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