The Wayward Bus (Penguin Classics)
John Steinbeck, Gary Scharnhorst
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In his first novel to follow the publication of his enormous success, The Grapes of Wrath, Steinbeck’s vision comes wonderfully to life in this imaginative and unsentimental chronicle of a bus traveling California’s back roads, transporting the lost and the lonely, the good and the greedy, the stupid and the scheming, the beautiful and the vicious away from their shattered dreams and, possibly, toward the promise of the future. This edition features an introduction by Gary Scharnhorst.
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blast you today. I was just nervous.” “Just one of those days,” said Mr. Pritchard. “When things are pretty bad my wife says, ‘It’ll be funny some time.’ ” “Well, that’s a good way to look at it if you can do it,” said Ernest. “I’ll be at the Hollywood Plaza if you want to give me a call. Or try that apartment some night—that number I gave you.” “I’m going to be all tied up, I’m afraid,” said Mr. Pritchard. “I wish you’d look in at the plant some time, though. We might do business yet.” “We
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to work and terror came with her thoughts. She went back over the scene. Her terror grew out of Juan’s gentleness. He should have hit her. His failure to do so worried her. Maybe he didn’t care about her any more. Casual kindness in a man she had found to be the preliminary to a brush-off. She tried to remember what the Pritchard women looked like, and she tried to remember whether Juan had looked with warmth on either of them. She knew Juan. His eyes heated up like a stove when his interest was
his chin and he wiped it off with his sleeve. “God, what a trip!” he said. “Right from the beginning.” Juan turned and faced the other passengers. “Well, there it is. My franchise says I’m supposed to go on the highway. I don’t know the old road. I don’t know if I could get through or not. It’s up to you to decide what you want to do. If we get hung up I don’t want to be to blame.” Mr. Pritchard said, “I like to see things get done. Now, I’ve got to get to Los Angeles, man. I’ve got airplane
it.” They stared back at him, shocked at the situation. Mr. Pritchard said softly, “Can’t you get us out?” “I haven’t looked yet,” said Juan. “But it seems to me like we’re in pretty deep. What are you going to do?” “I don’t know,” said Juan. He wanted to see Ernest Horton’s face, to see if he knew the thing had been deliberate, but Ernest was hidden behind Norma. Camille showed no effect at all. She had waited too long to be impatient. “Sit tight,” Juan said. He pulled himself upright