Mae said, “You can’t get no loaf a bread for a dime. We only got fifteen-cent loafs.’’ From behind her Al growled, “God Almighty, Mae, give ’em bread.’’ “We’ll run out ’fore the bread truck comes.’’ “Run out, then, goddamn it,’’ said Al. And he looked sullenly down at the potato salad he was mixing. Mae shrugged her plump shoulders and looked to the truck drivers to show them what she was up against.
