A Cornered Gurl
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A Cornered Gurl


Part III: Let Nan Tell It

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No One Else Better Call Me Pip.
If They Know What’s Good For’EM.

I got my boys with me. My baby’s babies. Antoinette’s *gaçon-yé. They come every summer with wide eyes and tired feet. She sends them here on the bus or the train. I don’t mind scrambling for time to pick them up. **Koté mò, there’s a peace that comes through whenever they’re around. I love cooking for’em, filling up those bellies with good food. Don’t get me wrong, my baby can cook. She loads’em up with all that healthy mess books suggest. I don’t mind a little awareness, but boys need meat. Cut out the meat, you cut out the strength. That’s what Papa used to say. May his soul find sweet rest.

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Bring God To Them.

Then, you know what you do? You sit back and watch that child experience God the way he or she wants to. Music seeps in. It gets to your soul, grabs your heart. You try denying the power of music and I give you my word, you will wither like a rose in hell. What’s that? How I got this limp? Oh, I know for certain now that you have been talking to the boys. Me and this limp been kissing cousins for a long while now. That’s a story for another time. All you need to know is I was twelve, ordered to remove some weeds, and an ax did it. You keep prying, I’m gonna save my business for someone else, komprenn?

Play a little music while you cook. God’ll do the rest.



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