Lord, it would be better to be born without an arm than to go through life with no guts.
He hardly slept the rest of the night, listening to the horrid rain,
and knowing that no matter how high the creek came, Leslie would still want to cross it.
TEN The Perfect Day
He heard his dad start the pickup. Even though there was no job to go to, he left every morning early to look.
Sometimes he just hung around all day at the unemployment office; on lucky days he got picked up to unload furniture or do cleaning.
Jess was awake. He might as well get up. He could milk and feed Miss Bessie, and get that over with.
He pulled on a T-shirt and overalls over the underwear he slept in.
“Where you going?” “Go back to sleep, May Belle.” “I can't. The rain makes too much noise.” “Well, get up then.” “Why are you so mean to me?”
“Will you shut up, May Belle? You'll have everyone in the whole house woke up with that big mouth of yours.”
Joyce Ann would have screamed, but May Belle made a face. “Oh, c'mon,” he said.
“I'm just gonna milk Miss Bessie. Then maybe we can watch cartoons if we keep the sound real low.”
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