Pearl
Me. [She guides Granny to her chair.]
Granny
Well, talk on. How I look? [She straightens proudly in her chair.]
Pearl
Good. The red ain’t faded none.
Granny
Dat’s good, fer I needs hit bright dis day an’ night. De babe’ll wan’ tuh see hit. Red’s de fus’ coloh er baby notice an’ red allers goes wif black. Red neveh go wif w’ite. Looks ghas’ly. I use allers tuh wrop my Sam in red— [She pauses and her voice grows shriller.] an’ red’s de las’ way I seen ’im.
Pearl