“It was awful. He was awful. I will hate him now to the day I die, and that’s a fact, I don’t care if it’s not Christian. I don’t care what Mama says neither. I’m not one to go throwing myself on a man, all I was trying to do was help out. But the whole time I was over there at Almarine’s, I felt so funny and weak-like, I just couldn’t do a thing. And cry! I never cried so many tears in all my days, and never a reason for it. Of course I have ever been the sensitive one. I have a good heart. And... of course I missed Mama and Louella. And it truly was sad and all, that little Eli dying and then Pricey Jane, but it wasn’t like Mama had died, nor Louella, and I still don’t know why I took on so. I just couldn’t do a thing! I could feel it coming on and I’d have to run right out to the springhouse or the cedar trees to cry in peace. And it made me feel so funny in my stomach and around the tops of my legs, like I was coming down with the ague. Lord! I never would of stayed over there if it hadn’t been my Christian duty, neither.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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