' The stitch in his side deepened and sank into his right armpit like a claw. His hair fell down over his eyes again, but he barely noticed. This is how we travel, a voice says, and Jonesy realizes it is the voice he heard weeping for Marcy, for a shot. ' A longer pause, long enough for him to wonder if he'd said something wrong, stepped in some kind of a trap, and then the radio said: 'We'll have to wait for the next bunch of plows, I guess.
' 'Close enough, boss. For a moment he saw a dark shape running through the dreck almost directly above him, the bleary flash of its light Beside Freddy, Perlmutter snored with his Ma Joad face tipped up toward the roof Five minutes or so before reaching the stone pillars he had passed several long, spectacularly odoriferous farts. Like a chill down a hallway from a window left open in a distant room.
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