He's like me:
setting there blind as a bat, with no way of knowing what's going
on, 'less somebody comes and tells him."
"Mr. Thad says the weekly's got a right sensible column about
this new law they're getting up to let women vote. I left the
paper out yonder in my buggy, but I'll go get it."
"That rigamarole is all beyond me, Nannie. I'll never live to
vote. Anyhow, that ain't women's business! Set back down, Nannie,
just for a minute."
Mama let go of my hand and sat down again in the worn-out
chair, the only one in Miss Dink's room.
"Nannie," Miss Dink whispered, raising herself up on her
elbows, "I oughtn't to breathe this, but I know you ain't gonna
talk it. Nannie, that devil Ward is running after the Bailey
girl!"
Mama caught her breath! She grabbed my hand.
"You know which one I'm talking 'bout, Nannie-Wes and Lida
Belle's daughter."
"Not Addie Mae!"
"Yeah! The darkies here on the place-Ned and Eulah-I got it
straight from them. Folks say the girl is slow-witted. She must
be, to be fooling 'round with Ward.
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