right eye twitching.
"What'cha talking about, robbing people? It's
them who's robbed us, robbed our daughter of her
pure innocence. Just like you not to see the point." "I see the point," Mama said. "I been seeing it
grow sharper and sharper, too. It's cutting right
through here," she said, holding her hand over her
heart.
"Ahh, stop your wailing. I need quiet and
something to eat. I got to think' hard," he said. Mama shook her head and went back to her
roux.
"I said I need something to eat!" Daddy cried.
Mama continued to stir her gravy with her back to
him as if he weren't in the shack. I rose and put
together a plate of food for him.
"Thank you, Gabriel," he said, taking it and
wolfing it down. "At least you care."
"Mama cares, Daddy. She's just tired. We're all
tired," I said.
Daddy paused in his chewing, his eyes growing
darker. "Damn if I'm going to sit here and watch my
women suffer while that rich family enjoys the fruits
of my daughter," he declared. "I'm going back, and
this time I'm going to demand twice as much." "Jack, don't you dare," Mama snapped. "Don't tell me what not to do, woman. Cajun
women," he spit. "Stubborn. . ." He put the plate down
and rose.
"J
ack Landry," Mama called, but he was
already heading for the door.
"Just sit tight and let me be the man of the
house," he yelled back, and shot through the door. "Man of the house don't mean blackmailing