“Ma – You scared a goin’ to a new place?”

Her eyes grew thoughtful and soft. “A little,” she said. “Only it ain’t like scared so much.  I’m jus’ a settin’ here waitin’.  When somepin happens that I got to do somepin – I’ll do it.”

“Ain’t you thinkin’ what’s it gonna be like when we get there?  Ain’t you scared it won’t be nice like we thought?’

“No,” she said quickly. “No, I ain’t.  You can’t do that.  I can’t do that .  It’s too much – livin’ too many lives.  Up ahead they’s a thousan’ lives we might live, but when it comes, it’ll only be one.  If I go ahead on all of em, it’s too much.  You got to live ahead ‘cause you’re so young, but – it’s jus’ the road goin’ by for me.  An’ it’s jus’ how soon they goona wanta eat some more pork bones.”

 John Steinbeck’s Ma and Tom in the Grapes of Wrath.

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