Little Altars Everywhere

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Genres: Fiction
I knew somethin was goin on that night, when me and Chaney was settin out on the porch. It was back when Chaney still smoke those devil L&Ms—fore I give him the ultratomato. Fore I tole him: You drink and smoke anymore round here, you can find your ten-cent self another bed to sleep in, you hear me, peckawood?
We was settin out on the porch when Miz Vivi fly out that brick house with all them four chilren. Yellin, packin them in that pinky-gray T-Bird, revvin up that motor, scratchin out the dr
...iveway in the dark of night, headin up the road to town.
Where she goin? I ax Chaney. It must be ten o’clock at night. Them chilren got school tomorrow.
He say, Letta, mind your own bidness.
I tell him, Those chilren is my bidness.
He say, Oh, keep still. White people act like that sometime. Maybe she gonna go buy her some cigarettes.
Ain’t no stores open now, I tell him. This was back when stores still closed up at five o’clock. You want somethin late at night, you just wait for it.
Oooh, I wanted to sass Chaney somethin bad!
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