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They laugh, and the girl complains, "Wy you got to "be so
hateful Mister Homer?"
"Roberta," he says, "l Jus seen thet sorry husban of
yours lyin up with a high-hat yeller gal on the other side
of town."
Roberta pretends to be indignant. "You ain seen no sicha
thing—you de bigges liar ever was!"
"Sho nuff. It's the honest ta God's truth. I don't know
why you don't git shet of thet no-count rascal and let me
pick you out a good man." He selects a spare-rib and begins
to chew on it.
"Gimme a dime for dat spare-rib," demands Roberta. "We
gotta buy de Revrun a new pair of shoes."
He gives her the dime. "You tell the Revrun I'm gonna
pray fer the Lord ta strike him dead ifen he don't hurry
up and buy some carpet fer the church."
"Man, you better gawn bout your bizness! De Lawd ain
payin no mind ta folks what talks like you."
"How bout some of you ladies givin me a little order?
I got the bigges sale goin on ever was held in this county.
And it ain no wild-cat stuff—real high class merchandise.
Ya kaint afford ta miss it."
"How we gonna buy nothin when we ain got no money?"
"You don't need much. You got plenty money anyway."
"Huh! Ifen ah is got it, ah sho like ta know whur it's
at! Money is scarce as hens' teeth. It ain a matter of

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