“I walked with mamma, and we walked and walked. She told me to sit down and wait, and then she went away. And I got frightened.”
“Who is your mother?”
“My mamma? She’s so black and so angry.”
“What does she do?”
The boy thought awhile.
“She drinks coffee,” he said.
“What else does she do?”
“She quarrels with the lodgers,” answered Lesha after a pause.
“And where is your white mamma?”
“She was carried away. She was put into a coffin and carried away. And papa was carried away.”