LUCY BELLE LUCY BELLE ’Deed I did! (Shakes her head.) Ain’ seen hide nor hair-a him since. (Abruptly, after a moment or two of troubled thought.) Yo’—yo’ see, Aun’ Becky, ef dey’s anabody in de worl’ dat Sam hate—it—it Jeff Bisbee— AUNT REBECCA AUNT REBECCA Sho! Sho! LUCY BELLE LUCY BELLE Hate him like poison! (Hesitatingly.) I—I ain’ nevah tol’ him dat I live wid Jeff. AUNT REBECCA AUNT REBECCA Yo’ ain’—? LUCY BELLE LUCY BELLE Ain’ had de nerve! He know dat I married Ed Cales—an’ I tol’ him mos’ ev’ythin’ else—an’ he say w’at is pas is pas’. But yo’ see it was Jeff dat bus’ him an’ me up befo’—an’ he call him de hardes’ niggah in Wash’nin’— AUNT REBECCA AUNT REBECCA Any way ob him findin’ out—? LUCY BELLE LUCY BELLE
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