They'll be all right. I'm surprised they
lasted here this long.
What'd be the point? Not a house in the
some dead Negro's grief. We lucky our
back? Or yours? Don't talk to me! Ha..You
lucky. You got one child left, still
pullin at your skirts. Be thankful. I had
of them gone from me. Four taken, four
chased and all, I expect, worrying
- alls I can remember of her now is how
little hands..I wouldn't know'em if they
slapped me. Can you beat that? Eight
children and that's all I remember.
(returning to her work)
You remember Halle.
of'em I guess..Halle, of course..I had
My two girls, sold and gone before I
third child, my son after Halle...I let
that straw boss have me for four months
so's I could keep that boy. Next year, he
pregnant with his child. I couldn't love
that child. I wouldn't. Not any of the
rest either. God take what He
would....and He did...
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