Chapter 3The next day when Jane rose from her buffalo-hide bed, Ma was already cooking biscuits and beans over the sheet-iron stove. “Come and get it,” she said.
Jane sized up breakfast and calculated how much she could eat and still leave enough for Lana. She took just that portion on a plate and started scooping up beans with her biscuit.
“There's a fork over there, you know,” said Ma with half a scowl.
“Don't have no use for it,” Jane answered.
Jane ate her food silently, peering at Ma all along. Seemed a bit subdued this morning.
“You don't have to look at me like that,” said Ma.
“I ain't looking at you like nothin',” said Jane.
“I told you, I do what I have to do. Things stay like this, well, all we got left to sell is the stove.”
“Does Pa know?”
“Now he does,” Ma said, with
