bop caps: "Wild Negroes with bop caps and goatees came laughing by..." (p. 87)
hinterlands: "Great families of jalopies from the hinterlands stood around the sidewalk..." (p. 87) noun, the often uncharted areas beyond a coastal district or a river's banks, an area lying beyond what is visible or known
hincty: "Handsome queer boys...wetting their eyebrows with hincty fingertip." (p. 87)
grotto: "Terry and I ate in a cafeteria downtown which was decorated to look like a grotto..." (p 88) noun, a small picturesque cave, especially an artificial one in a park or garden
cowflaps: "That night Ponzo said it was too cold and slept on the ground in our tent, wrapped in a big tarpaulin smelling of cowflaps." (p. 95) noun, a flat, round piece of cow dung
hamburg: "...Rickey showed up with a loaf of bread and a pound of hamburg." (p. 95) noun, another term for hamburger
ante-bellum: "They picked cotton with the same God-blessed patience their grandfathers had practiced in ante-bellum..." (p. 96) noun, what occurred or existed before a particular war, especially the American Civil War
Susquehanna: "It was the night of the Ghost of Susquehanna." (p. 104) noun, a river in the northeastern United States that has two headstreams, one that rises in New York and one in Pennsyvania, both of which meet in central Pennsylvania, then flow to Chesapeake Bay
hoorair: "...and right in the middle of a rush hour, too, seeing with my innocent road-eyes the absolute madness and fantastic hoorair of New York..." (p. 107)
huarache: "...my canvas bag had torn cottonfield pants and the tattered remnants of my huarache shoes in it." (p. 107) noun, a leather-thonged sandal, originally worn by Mexican Indians
Sal met Terry on his way to Los Angeles, then went there with her. After that, they continued their travels in California, but Sal grows restless and heads back to New York. This is how I imagine Sal's time with Terry if Terry was the protagonist.
I love Sal. He's so unlike anyone else I have ever met. He's smart, and sensitive, and listens to my stories after he tells me his. Right now, we're coming back from the fields. I can tell that there's something that he's not telling me. Ponzo and Rickey stayed in the tent with us again last night. I know Johnny likes them around, but I think Sal doesn't. I still remember when Ponzo liked me. I think he knows that Sal is for me now, but maybe Sal doesn't know that my thing with Ponzo is in the past. Now Sal is the one that I love the most. It's very quiet. I'm worried about Sal. He's quiet when he's thinking too hard. He's been thinking too hard for too long. Maybe it's where we are. It is getting cold here in the tent at night.
I told Sal that we should talk. I'm getting worried about him. I love him so much that I want to be with him, but I don't want him to be unhappy. I tried talking to him. The rent was due and we had to decide. "Go back to your family," Sal said. When he talks like that to me, yelling forcefully in that way, it makes me want to cry and return to the time before I knew him. "For God's sake, you can't be batting around tents with a baby like Johnny; the poor little tyke is cold." I started crying. Who is he to question me? I have done what's best for Johnny. He shouldn't doubt my decisions as a mother.
So we went back to visit my family. All my family came to meet Sal. They had heard about him, thanks to the gossip my family spreads about anyone, even their own. I was embarrassed. I couldn't tell what Sal was thinking. He's just so sad these days. It seems like his mind is not here.
Sal decided to stay in a farmhouse that my cousin once stayed in when he ran away from home. I couldn't leave him there without anything. I brought him dinner and cloth to keep warm. I wanted to stay with him, but Papa was calling for me. He was angry. When he gets angry after drinking, he always yells for me. I had to leave Sal in the farmhouse until Papa when to sleep. Once he was asleep, I returned to the farm house. No more yells called me back to Papa and I could be with Sal. I was angry though. Papa told me that I need to go back to work. He told me that I couldn't fool around. "Sal," I said, "take me to New York with you." He didn't say yes. "But how?" was his reply. I knew that we were not meant to be together at that moment, and I had to let it go so I could move on and return home.
The next day, Sal was going to leave. I met up with him in the field. I had his breakfast I made, he had his stuff he packed. We kissed once, then we left.