Sunday, February 25, 2024

the last book I ever read (Lost in the City: Stories by Edward P. Jones, excerpt seven)

from Lost in the City: Stories by Edward P. Jones:

He took the pitcher from her. “Your trouble’s that you live up there among all them white people. With the ghost people. They believe in that all forgivin shit, in all that stuff that cripples the soul. You should move out to Anacostia to be with real people, the people who know what day and night is like and never get the two confused.” Then he put his hands at the corners of her mouth and tried to fashion a smile. She hugged him, clung to him, and for those moments they were no more or less than a boy and girl without a mother and father.

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