Making Connections to Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry Answers

Read the excerpt from Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry.In the darkness there was a low sob and T.J., hardly sounding like T.J., mumbled, "They the ones got me in it. Where's the bed? I gotta sit down."In the darkness he groped for the bed, his feet dragging as if he could hardly lift them. "I ain't no bed!" I exclaimed as his hands fell on me.

Read the excerpt from Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry.The night whispered of distant thunder. It was muggy, hot, a miserable night for sleeping. Twice I had awakened hoping that it was time to be up, but each time the night had been total blackness with no hint of a graying dawn. On the front porch Mr. Morrison sat singing soft and low into the long night, chanting to the approaching thunder. He had been there since the house had darkened after church, watching and waiting as he had done every night since Papa had been injured. No one had ever explained why he watched and waited, but I knew. It had to do with the Wallaces.

How does T.J.’s relationship with R.W. and Melvin relate to the theme of friendship in this chapter of Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry?

Read the excerpt from Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry.On the last night of the revival the sky took on a strange yellowish cast. The air felt close, suffocating, and no wind stirred.

How does T.J.’s relationship with Cassie relate to the theme of friendship in this chapter of Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry?

Read the excerpt from Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry.Cautiously, I climbed from the bed, careful not to awaken Big Ma, who was still snoring soundly, and crept to the door. I pressed my ear against the door and listened, then slipped the latch furiously and darted outside. "Boy, what you doing here?" I hissed.

Read the excerpt from Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry.But T.J. did not follow immediately. He remained standing in the middle of the compound, his face puzzled and undecided. I had never seen him look more desolately alone, and for a fleeting second I felt almost sorry for him.

Read the excerpt from Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry.I had gotten as far west as the Dakotas when my silent recitation was disturbed by a tapping on the porch. I lay very still. Mr. Morrison never made sounds like that.

Read the excerpt from Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry.Cautiously, I climbed from the bed, careful not to awaken Big Ma, who was still snoring soundly, and crept to the door. I pressed my ear against the door and listened, then slipped the latch furiously and darted outside. "Boy, what you doing here?" I hissed.

How do T.J.’s relationships develop the theme of friendship in this chapter of Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry?