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“Mornin’, Sam”

“Why, good , Miz Corbett,” he said “Don’t you look nice today”

“Thank you”

For Mahty feords to utter I turned to look at her, but she seeht

Sa I can help you with, Miz Corbett?”

“Yeah,” she said, “Sham Oh Excuse me”

So her words?

“Did you come to pick up that fabric, Miz Corbett?” said Sa, Mama squinted hard and rubbed the front of her head

“Miz Corbett? You all right?”

Silence froaze

Then that slurred, weak voice again

“When doesh shoe… when…”

“Miz Corbett, have you been… have you been drinking?”

Ma her forehead I felt the blood flush through my body

“Don’t be shilly I sh… I… don’t…”