By William Demby
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Tolley returned to his chair and sat facing the window. " Slim rubbed the stump of his leg. "I wouldn't trust a white man further than I could spitthey'll grin in your face and rub your hair, but just you turn your back . " Bill cut his throat with an imaginary knife. Tolley pouted his little round lips. " Jim Anderson had moved closer to David and was talking right into his face. "Somethin mighty funny about a white man Page 33 livin round darkies when he got good places over there in the white part of town.
He ignored Johnny's Page 19 greeting but sat with his head down, grinning, leaning all the time on Uncle David. As Johnny stood over the dimly lit booth, his uncle rose. He smiled, swallowed the remainder of his beer, and motioned for Johnny to sit down beside him. "He won't give me any more beer. It's after midnight he says. . Hell, Sam, it ain't after midnight, I've got a visitor. It ain't after midnight, Sam, it ain't after midnight yet. . " His voice died into a child's pleading. Johnny held his breath wondering what Sam Telrico would say.
Johnny! Johnny! " She touched him lightly under the chin and her cool hand felt pleasant in the hot, sweaty grove at his neck. He kept very still, holding his breath, waiting until she would call again. " He could smell her unpleasant night breath as she bent her head close to his. Yawning elaborately, he turned over as if he were just awakening. "Yeah, I'm awake," he said. "Your uncle ain't come home and it's after one o'clock . . don't ever stay out this late . . might have been a raid like they had last Spring.
Beetlecreek by William Demby