Janie saw her life like a great tree in leaf with the things suffered

8After that night Jody moved his things and slept in a room downstairs.He didn’t really hate Janie, but he wanted her to think so. Hehad crawled off to lick his wounds. They didn’t talk too much aroundthe store either. Anybody that didn’t know would have thought thatthings had blown over, it looked so quiet and peaceful around. But thestillness was the sleep of swords. So new thoughts had to be thoughtand new words said. She didn’t want to live like that. Why must Joe beso mad with her for making him look small when he did it to her allthe time? Had been doing it for years. Well, if she must eat out of along-handled spoon, she must. Jody might get over his mad spell anytime at all and begin to act like somebody towards her.Then too she noticed how baggy Joe was getting all over. Like bagshanging from an ironing board. A little sack hung from the corners ofhis eyes and rested on his cheek-bones; a loose-filled bag of feathershung from his ears and rested on his neck beneath his chin. A sack offlabby something hung from his loins and rested on his thighs when hesat down. But even these things were running down like candle greaseas time moved on.He made new alliances too. People he never bothered with one wayor another now seemed to have his ear. He had always been scornful ofroot-doctors and all their kind, but now she saw a faker from overaround Altamonte Springs, hanging around the place almost daily. Alwaystalking in low tones when she came near, or hushed altogether.She didn’t know that he was driven by a desperate hope to appear theold-time body in her sight. She was sorry about the root-doctor becauseshe feared that Joe was depending on the scoundrel to makehim well when what he needed was a doctor, and a good one. She was