“This here’s Mis’ Joad an’ Rosasharn, come to live.”
They greeted Ma in a chorus, and Ma made a dumpy little bow at them and said,
“Proud to meet ya.”
Jessie led the committee into the toilet and shower room.
“I been here awready,” Ma said. “I even took a bath.”
“That’s what they’re for,” Jessie said. “An’ they’s the same rule.
You got to leave ’em clean. Ever’ week they’s a new committee to swab out oncet a day.
Maybe you’ll git on that committee.
You got to bring your own soap.”
“We got to get some soap,” Ma said. “We’re all out.”
Jessie’s voice became almost reverential.
“You ever used this here kind?” she asked, and pointed to the toilets.
“Yes, ma’am.
Right this mornin’.”
Jessie sighed.
“Tha’s good.”
Ella Summers said, “Jes’ las’ week——”
Jessie interrupted sternly,
“Mis’ Summers—I’ll tell.”
Ella gave ground.
“Oh, awright.”
Jessie said,
“Las’ week, when you was Chair, you done it all.
I’ll thank you to keep out this week.”
“Well, tell what that lady done,” Ella said.
“Well,” said Jessie, “it ain’t this committee’s business to go a-blabbin’, but I won’t pass no names.
Lady come in las’ week, an’ she got in here ’fore the committee got to her, an’ she had her ol’ man’s pants in the toilet, an’ she says,
‘It’s too low, an’ it ain’t big enough.
Bust your back over her,’ she says.
‘Why couldn’ they stick her higher?”’ The committee smiled superior smiles.
Ella broke in,
“Says,
‘Can’t put ’nough in at oncet.”’ And Ella weathered Jessie’s stern glance.
Jessie said,
“We got our troubles with toilet paper.
Rule says you can’t take none away from here.” She clicked her tongue sharply. “Whole camp chips in for toilet paper.” For a moment she was silent, and then she confessed. “Number Four is usin’ more than any other.
Somebody’s a-stealin’ it.
Come up in general ladies’ meetin’.
‘Ladies’ side, Unit Number Four is usin’ too much.’
Come right up in meetin’!”
Ma was following the conversation breathlessly.
“Stealin’ it—what for?”
“Well,” said Jessie, “we had trouble before. Las’ time they was three little girls cuttin’ paper dolls out of it.
Well, we caught them.
But this time we don’t know.
Hardly put a roll out ’fore it’s gone.
Come right up in meetin’.
One lady says we oughta have a little bell that rings ever’ time the roll turns oncet.
Then we could count how many ever’body takes.” She shook her head. “I jes’ don’ know,” she said.
“I been worried all week.