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crisp, not bloody. I was thinking how I never did like to get chicken ready to fry. Somebody else get it ready, then I’d fry it. Down home in the country, Mama used to wring the chickens’ necks on a tree stump. I never would look. But when she got it all cut up and washed I’d fry it if she wanted me to. And that time that man sold me that fish and I put it on the tree stump and it started wiggling and jumped in the grass wiggling. I never would fry any more fish after that. Cousin Jesse said she could hear me all the way down the road screaming. She came up to see what was wrong, and then she took it down to her house and fried it for me, but when she brought it back I swear half the fish was gone. That was all right though. I know she wanted to feed them children with it.
    Cat came back and took my plate.
    “You sure you don’t wont no more?”
    “Yeah, I’m sure. I’m not sure what this’ll do. It was good though. Thank you.”
    “You got those pills in case you need them, ain’t you?”
    “Yeah.”
    She took the plate out.
    “She sleep?” It was Tad.
    “Naw, she just got through eating.”
    “Mind if I go in?”
    “You just seen her this morning.”
    “So?”
    “Well, knock.”
    He knocked. I said, “Come in.”
    “How you feeling?” he asked.
    “Okay.”
    “She treating you all right?”
    “Yeah.”
    He stayed near the door. I told him to come on in.
    “Naw, I just came to thank Cat for the chicken she sent over and thought I peep in and see how you was doing.”
    “I’m okay.”
    “Eating solid?”
    “Yeah.”
    He went back out. I smiled.
    I heard the front door close, then Cat came in.
    “That nigger both’ring you?”
    “Naw.”
    “Well, if he bothers you, tell me, and I won’t let him come in here.”
    “You know how I feel.”
    “I know how you think you feel. But I ain’t going into that no more … He brought Eddy Pace’s group back.”
    “Did he?”
    “Yeah.”
    “That’s good.”
    “Be bout time for you to go over there if you was on your feet.”
    “Yeah, the after-supper show. Then go back in the evening. You know that.”
    She said nothing.
    “He across the street?” I asked.
    “Yeah, he’s over there.”
    “He don’t know I’m here I guess.”
    “I guess he don’t.”
    “Pull that shade down, will you? And keep it down.”
    She pulled down the shade.
    “All he wont to do is see you start back to work again. Know you on your feet. So he won’t feel guilty.”
    “He got a lifetime of feeling guilty. I don’t know how many lifetimes.”
    “It ain’t right you to feel that way. I know he did wrong and you got to suffer the consequences. But he got consequences too.”
    “He can go out and give other women babies. What kind of consequences he got?”
    “Consequences of loving you.”
    “Shit.”
    She came away from the window.
    “It took you a long enough time to pull that shade down. If you wont him to know where I’m at, why don’t you go over and tell him where I’m at.”
    “I don’t care if he know or not, cause it ain’t none of my business. But I guess I don’t wont him to know. ’Cause if he don’t cause trouble, you will. All he wonts to do is see you. But I don’t know what you wont.”
    “All I wont is not to see that nigger. He can go to Kocomo for all I care.”
    “Yeah,” she said.
    “Yeah.”
    “It bother you though, don’t it?” She grinned. “Trying to make it with Tadpole McCormick.”
    “I ain’t trying. I have made it, for your information. What’s wrong with Tadpole?”
    “It ain’t what’s wrong with him , it’s what’s wrong with you. And he’s too blind to see it. That’s what’s wrong with him. Every since he got that place and seen you singing there he’s been in love with you. I don’t doubt he got the place cause you was there. But you ain’t paid him half a mind till this. It was always Mutt Thomas, Mutt Thomas, Mutt Thomas. I ain’t even going to say nothing about the men, cause that