" I ain't talking about nobody else, I'm talkin about me. God knows I try." What must a man do,tell me what."
angry
" Damn Mr. Ellis's coat! And damn his money! You think I want white folks' leavings? Damn Maybelle."
tongue-tied
I did not notice my fathers silence,for he was always silent these days.
"Twenty-two years, Maybelle,twenty-two years,and I ain't got nothing,nothing." He cried helplessly and hopelessly in the dark night.
eager
My fathers voice cut through hers,shattering the peace.
remorseful
"It aint right.Ain't no man ought to eat his woman's food year out,and see his children run wild. Ain't nothing right about that."
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