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Loreda walked slowly toward hih narrowed eyes, sent a shiver down her spine “Yes, sir?”

“You pick cotton for me?”

“I do”

“Happy for the job?”

Loreda forced herself to aze “Very”

“You hear any of theabout a strike?”

Men They always thought everything was about thehts, too; wons and stop the means of production as well as men

“No, sir But if I did, I’d remind them what it’s like not to have work”

Welty sirl I like a worker who knows her worth”

Loreda sloalked back to the cabin, shutting the door fir it

“What’s theup

“Welty questioned me”

“Don’t draw that man’s attention, Loreda What did he ask?”

“Nothing,” Loreda said, grabbing a pancake from the hot plate “The trucks just drove up”

Fivetoward the line of trucks parked along the chain-link fence