Mierd, hand me the scuppernong pies. I can set both of them back
in the safe for the time being."
"Where're you gonna set the 'possum, Mama?"
"It'll have to stay on the back of the stove till we can-"
"Hot diggity! Look here, y'all!"
Wiley was yelling so loud we couldn't hear what Mama was
saying about the 'possum Black Idd had caught for my brothers.
"Look at this knife Walker just gim'me! See, Mierd!"
I jumped out of Clyde's lap to run with Mierd to the other
end of the kitchen. I got to Wiley first, but Mierd squeezed
herself in front of me. I couldn't see the knife till I darted
around Papa and Dorris and the cook stove. Even when I got to the
other side of Wiley's elbow, I couldn't tell how the knife was
made because of the way he was holding it.
"Lemme see!" Mierd shrieked.
"No, Mierd! It'll cut you! Bandershanks, get your hands off!
Quit that! Girls don't know how to handle pocket knives.
'Specially one with four blades!"
"I know how just as much as you do!"
"Mierd, you do not! Hot diggity, look at the middle blade!
Old Wallace Goode will have a fit when he sees this!"
"You'd better not take it to school.
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