He screamed and grabbed at his
face!
"God A'mighty! You little devil! Tryin' to blind me?"
He jumped up. Before I could run around the heater, he yanked up
a chair and threw it at me. I ducked. The chair crashed
against the stovepipe and it fell tumbling from the ceiling. Two
joints hit right across Mister Ward's shoulders; the other rolled
toward Papa. Soot flew everywhere. But not on me! I was already
under the candy counter.
Papa was coming to. He caught hold of the piece goods counter
and dragged himself to his feet. But quick as Mister Ward could
kick the stovepipe out of his way, he rammed his head at Papa's
stomach and tried to knock him down again.
Papa jumped to one side and whirled back around. He leaped at
Mister Ward, giving him a shove that sent him skidding through
the front door and out onto the porch!
"Get out, you drunken wretch!"
Mister Ward scrambled to his knees, then up to his feet, and
staggered back toward us. To keep from falling he had to grab
hold of the door facing.
"God damn you, Mister Jodie! You'll pay for this! I'll get
both y'all! Ain't no little bowlegged witch gonna put my eyes out
and get away with it!"
I was afraid he was coming right back inside, but he didn't.
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