t enougoday youre to eat in tch Bubber.’

    t*s h me, Mick said.

    to take off break of talking. S by not keeping up  insurance until time   off . tter of diser a opped.

    Mick leaned on ters of tairs. tarted  seemed to  back over t mont s t in  s making  o believe a little. Sired out. Bill  ever a o t person in to folloer him

    every place — out fiso t o t macaurant—every to let  anyhey could never be good buddies again.

    In ttes and Sunday dinner. Mick took a deep breatoco smell good and she was hungry.

    Sias voice as salked to Bubber, and it was like selling ory.

    And t is t more fortunate t colored girls, Portia said as she door. hy? asked Mick.

    Portia and Bubber ting at tcable eating tias green print dress  ig.

    You all time pounce in on tail of  to kno it, Portia said. S up and stood over t stove, putting dinner on Micks plate.

    Bubber and me  talking about my Grandpapas  on telling Bubber een and a s four of tton, some years so peas to keep t ric for peacime from ty to ty-five laying able patcrees and plenty figs and plums and berries. trut many we farms heir land good as my Grandpapa.’

    Mick put able and leaned over e.

    Portia alk about t about o ell it you  colored farm e self.

    tarted  one little room. And t on until ton. In they haves a real organ and a

    gramopure of my Grandpapa taken in  and vegetables and no matter er turns tty near alo eat.’

    go live hen? Mick asked.

    Po