Willshe, if she finds out what kind of hair it is?
They never peddled woodenclocks, like some!
Was theinconceivable social night already drawing
in, and the black winterof blackness?
As a Sylvan Park business man would, hecarried
large life insurance.
All the way home, on the Borup, he resented the
attentions of Mac.
They never peddled woodenclocks, like some! Neils
friend of the transport, Captain Ellerton, would not becoming back. I dont think Id
talk about Pic, urged Grampa Edgar.
But THEY would say that he was a black man, a
Negro.
Neither of them mentioned the fact that Old Hiram
gave Old Macfifty dollars every Christmas.
Grandpa Edgar looked pitifully old, and his passion
drained out infutility. Same color as mydads used to be, but his isnt
curly.
It came to him, slyly, shockingly, that he could
best preserve thathome by his death.
But THEY would say that he was a black man, a
Negro.
If you didnt just make him up, explained
GrampaEdgar. When him and Mama died, I was only ten, and I was raisedby Mamas
brother, Uncle Emil Aubert. But it was a tumble fromthe castle of a Duc de Picardie
to a bark lodge, smoke-encrusted.
Whatdid I ever do to him, a century and a quarter
ago, to make him dothis to me?
Werweiss went on, whether Pic had Indian blood or
not,he did marry a Chippewa wife.
He had planned to get his hair cut at the
Swanson-Grand barbershop,this late afternoon.