No one tells us, girls who don't go on dates, that remembering can be almost as good as what actually happens.

...and that's when I get to wondering, what would happen if I told her she something good, ever day?

....we ain't doing civil rights here. We just telling stories like they really happen.

I wash my hands, wonder how an awful day could turn even worse. It seems like at some point you'd just run out of awful.

She's wearing a tight red sweater and a red skirt and enough makeup to scare a hooker.

Womens, they ain't like men. A woman ain't gone beat you with a stick. Miss Hilly wouldn't pull no pistol on me. Miss Leefolt wouldn't come burn my house down. No, white womens like to keep they hands clean. They got a shiny little set of tools they use, sharp as witches' fingernails, tidy and laid out neat, like the picks on a dentist tray. They gone take they time with em.

Rich folk don't try so hard