He don't come to your house. Mister Ward, he funny. One
time, he come and say his wife sick and want my Eulah to come do
the wash. Eulah, she gets up there, Miss Ophelia not sick! She
not to home. Miss Dink, she gone, too. And he come 'bout this and
'bout that all the time. Yestidy he done brung a hoe. Wants me to
sharpen hit with a file. Mister Jodie, there just ain't no call
for sharp hoes here this time o' summer. Crops is near 'bout laid
by. Gardens, they's dried up. There ain't no hoein' to do!"
"Well, Ned, I-"
"I's uneasy, plum uneasy, Mister Jodie."
"Well, to tell you the truth, Ned, I don't hardly know how to
advise you. I reckon about the best thing would be to sit tight
one more year, try to pay out next fall, then find you another
man. I know a Mister Taylor down on the State Line Road. He's
looking for a good family with plenty of big boys, like yours. If
we have another good year, and you don't owe Mister Ward too
much, Mister Taylor might pay you out and move you down to his
place."
Ned didn't answer.
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