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“I surely would love to see that,” Moood will the sea do for us? We need work and a place to live”

“Let’s stay here,” Ant said

“What did you call it, Loreda? The San Joaquin Valley? It sure is pretty,” Mo ready to plant so”

Loreda looked out over the field of wildflowers and the distant as We just need to find a place to stay”

After lunch, they climbed back into the truck and drove deeper into the valley on a road as straight as an arroard the distant purple mountains Green fields lay on either side of the road; in so the land

They passed fields of fattening cattle and a slaughterhouse that sh heaven

As they drove past a billboard for Wonder Bread, Loreda saw a bunch of dark heaps on the ground beneath the sign

One of the heaps sat up; it was a painfully thin boy, dressed in rags, wearing a hat with no brim on one side

“Mom—”

Mom slowed the truck “I see them”

There were probably twenty of thes Worn, tattered overalls, dirty hats, shirts with torn collars The land around theated, as dry as lost hope

“Some folks don’t want to work,” Mom said quietly

“You think Daddy’s over there?” Ant said

“No,” Mo for Rafe All their lives?

Probably