““Hello, Bully.” “Whut you doin’ back over here?” “Come tuh git me uh job uh work again. Whuss de news?” “Oh de white folks is still in de lead. Seen Mist’ Alf yit?” “Naw, goin’ up tuh de big house now.” “Soon’s yuh git back tuh de quarters Ah got uh bug tuh put in yo’ ear.” “Awright, be back tuhreckly.” There were more used suits in Alf Pearson’s clothes closet and John received them. “My son, Mister Alfred’s, clothes don’t fit you now as well as they did last year, John. Too tight. Reckon I’ll... have to give you mine from now on. By the way, John, I’ve lost two hogs since you’ve been gone. Get back on your same job. Can you read and write fairly well now, John?” “Yes suh.” “That’s fine. I want you to take this note book and keep up with the groceries and fertilizer and feed that the folks in the quarters draw. It’s hard for me to do it with running the bank and watching slick politicians. I had thought my son would have been home by now to help me, but it seems to take quite a long time to finish studying in Paris.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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