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ain’t my place. But if you didn’t have eyes to see then , you ain’t got eyes to see now. ”
    “I see what I need to see.”
    “Yeah, that’s probably your trouble.”
    She turned her ass to me and went out.
    “Fuck you,” I said.
    “You can’t.”
    “Y’all hush.” It was Lurene’s voice. The screen door banged. “You know that woman’s sick in there. You ought to wait.”
    “Sick or not sick they’s things she’s got to be told.”
    “Shhh.”
    Cat didn’t shhh, she talked louder. “I know womens that’s had it out been up by now. I don’t even believe that no more. Cause they kept her down to St. Joseph long enough before she even got out.”
    “Well, she be up soon, you get evil enough,” Lurene said. “Jeff be up in a little while. I got her down there drying the dishes, and I told her to come on up here. Well, I see you tomorrow morning then. I ain’t hardly got no sleep and they going to have me standing up all night. You know Philip Lorry, the one I said work out there?”
    “Yeah.”
    “I think he’s started to get sweet on me, honey.”
    “Well, you need something to make working out there worth it.”
    “Yeah, don’t I though. Well, I see you.”
    “Awright.”
    “Here she is. You be good now.”
    “Yes ma’am. Here the key.”
    “You lock it awright?”
    “Yes ma’am.”
    “Awright, see y’all. Ain’t you going to kiss me?… See you, Cat.”
    “Awright.”
    “If that nigger love me he wouldn’t’ve throwed me down the steps,” I called.
    “What?” She came to the door.
    “I said if that nigger loved me he wouldn’t’ve throwed me down the steps.”
    “I know niggers love you do worse than that,” she said.
    “Miss Catherine, can I have another piece of chicken?” Jeffy said.
    “Yeah, go on in and get it. Then you go on in there and sleep on the floor. You got to sleep on the floor tonight.”
    “She don’t have to sleep on the floor, she can sleep in here with me,” I said.
    Cat said nothing. “Yeah, I said yeah,” she told Jeffy.
    When it was time to go to bed, Jeffy came in with a blanket. She started putting her blanket down on the throw rug on the floor.
    “Honey, I said you could sleep up here with me. You don’t have to sleep down there on the floor.”
    “Miss Catherine said for me to sleep down here.”
    “Well, I said you can sleep up here.”
    I turned back the sheets for her to get in. She left the blanket on the floor and came and got in the bed. I could smell fried chicken.
    “You wiped your hands, didn’t you?”
    “Yeah.”
    “You yes ma’am your mama and yes ma’am Miss Catherine, how come you don’t yes ma’am me?”
    “You ain’t nothing but twenty-five. I got a sister up in Detroit that’s twenty-five. If I yes ma’am her she slap the shit out of me.”
    I said nothing.
    “You settled?” I asked.
    “Yeah.”
    I turned the light out.
    “I seen your nigger pacing up and down over there.”
    “He ain’t my nigger.”
    “Well, he used to be.”
    “Used to ain’t now.”
    “You just scared of him, that’s all.”
    “I like to see the day I was scared of Mutt Philmore Thomas.”
    “That his middle name?” she laughed.
    I said nothing.
    “I bet you be scared if I said I was going over there and tell him you was over here.”
    “You better not. I might not be that much older than you, honey, but I know how to slap shit too.”
    She said nothing. I thought I had hushed her, but then she said, “See if I don’t.”
    “See if I don’t tell your mama I seen you over there in Hawkins alley with that Logan boy.”
    “Naw, that was Luella you seen with Wayne. I was just watching.”
    “Well, that means you twice as nasty.”
    “I bet you was fucking before I was born. How much fucking you think you goin do now?”
    It was my turn to say nothing.
    “It don’t mean you can’t ,” I explained. “It just means …”
    “I heard Mama talking bout women like that. Mess up their minds and then fuck up their