matriarch
Jul 17, 2007
The old lady drug a fat sausage hand across her forehead, sunk deep into her comfy chair and sighed.
“Lawd knows Carl Dean. Lawd knows they prob’ly can’t help it. What with being born the way they was.”
She closed her eyes when she said it. Kept them closed just long enough to make everyone in the room wonder if she was ever going to open them again.
“Younguns born into sin like that…is naturally disposed to vile ways.”
