"
"What's that, Jodie?" Mama asked.
"Wes and Ward have had a big falling out and don't speak.
They don't say 'Good morning,' 'Good evening,' 'Kiss my foot,' or
nothing!"
"For goodness sakes!"
"'Course Wes claims it's the feud cropped up again."
"Feud? Jodie, folks don't have feuds nowadays."
"I know, Nannie. And it would take me the balance of the
night here to explain what all Wes said, but years back they did
have a bad feud through here between the Williamses and the
Parkers. It's all over now, and most of them on both sides are
long gone. But it turns out that Wes Bailey's ma was a Parker,
and Ward's grandma was right smart kin to the Williamses. Or,
that's how Wes claims him and Ward fell out. The real trouble
between them may never be told."
Mierd and Irene began talking to each other about how stupid
the three Bailey boys were at school and about all the silly, bad
things Bud and the younger boy did.
I couldn't decide whether to listen to Irene telling what
happened the day Jap Bailey slipped a dead frog into the
schoolhouse spring, or whether to listen to Papa telling more
about that automobile.
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