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baby blues[1] after they done birthing. I reckon I though

She ain’t but twenty-three years old and she like hearing herself tell me what to do.

she not just frowning all the time

1960. A church baby we like to call it.

“Ever morning, until you dead in the ground, you gone have to make this decision.” Constantine was so close, I could see the blackness of her gums. “You gone have to ask yourself, Am I gone believe what them fools say about me today?”

cloth on top to cover the big L-shaped crack, move that red flower centerpiece to the sideboard to hide where the wood all scratched.

tore up my good stationery into five thousand pieces and I’ve got fifteen thank-you notes for the Junior League to do…”

A church baby we like to call it.

“You want you a snack, Baby Girl?” I ask when she get home from school on Thursday. Oh, she a big girl! Already four years old. She tall for her age – most folks think she five or six. Skinny as her mama is, Mae Mobley still chubby. And her hair ain’t looking too good. She decide to

H-H-Hilly won your pie. And she accused me of signing her up for it. Playing some… trick on her.” She wails and sobs. “Why would I do that? Write her name down on a list?”