“Yes,” Crisp answered, trying to look sad.
“I am sorry,” Zula said.
“Come and see her, then.”
“Oh, I can’t.”
“Yes, you can; you would if you knew how Maam cried after you.”
“Then what made her let you whip me so?”
“She’s awful sorry, and she says if you will just come home and let her see you once she could die better.”
“Crisp, is it true that Maam is going to die?”
“As true as the stars shine, and she’s got something to tell you. I guess she’s got lots o’ money to give you, but anyway she wants to tell you something.”