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when I saw Dom my li’l
dolls fell away. When I see him an’ hear him laugh, ‘cause
he was always ready t’laugh, I’d just swell up inside so
it felt like the clothes was gonna split right off me.
    ‘You
know, Dom knew ev’ry fam’ly to a child fo’twenty
miles ‘round Pariah. He did work on ev’ry farm an’
backyard we got here but he kept findin’ excuses to be ‘round
our place. Dom was what we called a rover. He slept wherever he could
in trade fo’labor. He worked a lot at the Fontanot place next
to ours or at the Hollis farm down the road. And ev’ry chance
he got he’d drop by t’say hi t’Daddy, but you know
his eyes was on my woman’s body in that little girl’s
dress.
    ‘My
titties stuck straight out when I’as a girl.’ She looked
me in the eye when she said that.
    ‘Fin’ly
one day I got t’get away down to the Hollis place when Dom was
workin’ to pull a stump from their field. I go down there with
some bread an’ sausage an’ I told him ‘bout a place
where we could eat. An’ when we get t’my l’ll
hideaway in the trees I hand him the paper bag an’ then pull my
dress off. That’s all I could think about, I stripped down an’
looked at him. An’ do you know that big man went limp on the
ground just like a sack’a bones. I shoulda seen somethin’
was wrong right then but before I got a chance he come over me like a
tidal wave.’ She frowned, remembering pain and pleasure at the
same time. ‘He got me on my back and on my knees; he made me
ride’im like a horse. And once he got in me he didn’t
want out, uh-uh. I was sore and raw and bloody but Domaque kept
comin’. When I fin’ly couldn’t hold back and
started t’cry he got up an’ said, “Gimme that
sausage,” an’ I thought he was through an’ had
t’eat. But he scooped up the fat that hardened in the paper an’
rubbed it on his thing. Then he started slippin’ hi an’
outta me like a fish. You know they put spices hi that sausage an’
it burns ya if you got a cut. Yeah…’
    Clifton
had his hand on his crotch and Ernestine hugged her chest but they
didn’t touch each other. They looked like tired children, about
to throw a fit.
    ‘That
was Domaque. First he taught me how men hurts women and then he
started t’cry. He was afraid ‘bout how my daddy would
have to fight ovah what happened. Seem like Domaque had a wife down
hi Looziana so he couldn’t do right by me and he liked my daddy
so he didn’t want t’kil’im.’ She sat back and
took a draw on her cigarette.
    Momma Jo’s
face was handsome and hard, almost like a man’s face but you
could see she was a woman. ‘I got a room behind that blanket,
Ernestine. Anytime you want you an’ Clifton can go on back
there.’ Ernestine was pushing a small homemade pillow down
between her legs but she shook her head, no.
    ‘So
he ran off.’ Momma shifted over to me. ‘He come out here
when they wasn’t nobody in the swamp and he built this house.
And as soon as it was good enough t’sleep in he come an’
got me. I din’t wanna go but he needed me so bad that what I
felt din’t seem t’mattah. He took me out here and he
started callin’ me a witch. He said that I had spelled him an’
he had t’have me, an’ he did too. Ev’ry night he’d
come out here his pants was halfway down by the time he was in the
do’. At first I liked it but then it got to be too much, too
much…’
    ‘Uh!’
Ernestine had her hand down the front of Clifton’s pants,
pulling back and forth, hard; I didn’t know if he called out in
pleasure or pain.
    ‘You
chirren better go on back now. Go on, get in there behind the
blanket,’ Momma Jo said, and she walked across the room to pull
the blanket back for them. Clifton staggered like a drunk with
Ernestine pulling on his dick; she tried to hide what she was doing,
but you could tell.
    When the
blanket swung down they started making love noises. I was on my feet
and headed for the front door when Momma