“Well, I wanted to see ya. Is it awright?”
“It’s nice,” Tom said. “I ain’t gonna tell ya. They’ll tell ya in the mornin’. Ya gonna like it.”
She whispered, “I heard they got hot water.”
“Yeah. Now, you get to sleep. I don’ know when you slep’ las’.”
She begged, “What ain’t you a-gonna tell me?”
“I ain’t. You get to sleep.”
Suddenly she seemed girlish. “How can I sleep if I got to think about what you ain’t gonna tell me?”
“No, you don’t,” Tom said. “First thing in the mornin’ you get on your other dress an’ then—you’ll find out.”
“I can’t sleep with nothin’ like that hangin’ over me.”
“You got to,” Tom chuckled happily. “You jus’ got to.”