"Who said so?"
"Mr. Shellington."
"When?"
"Last night."
Fledra lifted her head and grasped the boy's thin hands in hers.
"You're sure it was last night, Fluke?"
"Yep, I be sure. I was layin' here with my face to the wall. When Sister Ann comes in nights, if I don't say anything, she thinks I be asleep, and she kisses me, and I like her to do that. Last night, when she'd done kissing me, Mr. Shellington came in, and then they talked about us."
"And he didn't say we was to go away?"
"No."
Fledra rose in sudden determination, and in her excitement spoke with swift reversion to the ancient manner.