“You didn’t quite finish your statement, Mary,” said Mrs. Porter softly.
Mary’s eyes switched back to the window, but she did not reply.
“You kinda meant t’ say a man’s name, didn’t you?”
“A man?”
Mary did not turn her head.
“Yeah, a man; Skeeter Bill Sarg.”
Mary turned and looked straight at Mrs. Porter.
“Skeeter Bill? Why should I mention him?”
Mrs. Porter turned back to her washtub and thoughtfully lifted a dripping garment.
“I dunno why.”