Tobias Whateley was workin’, and I give him a dime but he only give me a nickle’s worth.”
Suddenly Wilbur was tapping the end of his pen in some remote calculation. “So ‘tis rock candy ye like? Wal, I do too.” His long arm maneuvered awkwardly until he was able to reach into a pocket. He withdrew a dollar bill. “Seein’ haow I’ll be writin’ a bit more, why dun’t you go on up thar’n buy us a big bag?”
Sary thrilled at the prospect and also Wilbur’s excess of generosity. Why’s he so nice ta me but en’t tried ta git to my pussy? The instance seemed unfathomable. “Thank yew, Wilbur!” she expressed, jumped up, and took the dollar.
“No point’n ye settin’ heer bored whiles I do this—”
“I won’t be long!” and she was already directing herself toward the door. “I en’t had rock candy is soooo long! Thank yew double!”
Wilbur turned to look at her; his own delight at seeing her so happy appeared muddied by some private distraint.
But Sary knew at a glance. “And don’t worry! I’ll be back!”
Wilbur smiled an interior relief as Sary scurried out the tool-house door.
Six
July 28, 1928 latur
After Sary wake up, she git all excited wen I give her a dollar for rock candy. Make me feel real good to see her happy like that. She didn’t nap atall when I go out earliur, tired as she was, but dozed off after I take off her bandige. Now she be on her way to Osborn’s. Few minutes after she leave, I just had to go out to the bush and have at myself with my hand again. Seein her beauty, an just the way she be, and her eyes and smile, leeve me no choice. Saw the pile of my jack-off look disturbed, thogh. Couldnt be a animal on account no critter come neer the house. Hope it weren’t Sary who found it and diddled with it—can’t imagine what shed think. I probably just mistaken is all.
Was calclating the new Alko passages (I didn’t like them at first) I larned as I walked back to the pasture where that fat Rufus boy do all them bad things to Sary. Folks never lern it seems. Also thought hard about what might be wrong with page 751 of the Dee, like exzactly. Cud it be its not the wurds theerselves that was writ in flawed but maybe just the angles of the planes? Frum what I read, the unproper angles would muss up the Dho and the Dho-Hna and make it impossible to send word to the city between the magnetik poles. Just don’t know fer sure. Got ta stop worryin and just git reddy.
So anywaye I get back to that old shitty pastureland whitch used to belong ta Elmer Frye, I think, and pick up Hutchins ded collie and sling it over my back. Had to wunder, though, what ole man Hutchins look like on his face (and asettin in that wheelchar I put him in) when his fat son come in all ablubberin and wailin and holding a empty sack that was previous fulla his balls. Bet ole Elam raged shakin his fist and avowin to kill me like he been dewin all these years. I kind of chuckle at the thought cos he know he cant do nuthin to me even if he possess the curage to try. Tis a rule my grandsire teech me long ago when I first started understanding talk, that bad folks don’t nevur turn good, they always be bad, and most of em be cowerds too.
But along my walkin root back home, I run into that Kyler fella—who Sary say she never heer of—and he look at me that funny way he look sometimes and kind of smile and tell me, “Aye, Wilbur. Ye be cheerful today, and I am appraised as to why,” so I ast him “How ye know why—ah,” (and then I smile too), “on account you’re a soothsayer, huh?” Then he tell me, “The love ye most seek out with thine heart, ye’ve already just got. Nay?” Funny thing for him to say. Always like him, and just about him only in this cursed place, but it come to me that he must mean Sary, and theer aint no way he could know bout her being at my place. So I just tell him, “I sure hope so, Kyler, cuz youre right, I am a might cheerfull today and it be
Suddenly Wilbur was tapping the end of his pen in some remote calculation. “So ‘tis rock candy ye like? Wal, I do too.” His long arm maneuvered awkwardly until he was able to reach into a pocket. He withdrew a dollar bill. “Seein’ haow I’ll be writin’ a bit more, why dun’t you go on up thar’n buy us a big bag?”
Sary thrilled at the prospect and also Wilbur’s excess of generosity. Why’s he so nice ta me but en’t tried ta git to my pussy? The instance seemed unfathomable. “Thank yew, Wilbur!” she expressed, jumped up, and took the dollar.
“No point’n ye settin’ heer bored whiles I do this—”
“I won’t be long!” and she was already directing herself toward the door. “I en’t had rock candy is soooo long! Thank yew double!”
Wilbur turned to look at her; his own delight at seeing her so happy appeared muddied by some private distraint.
But Sary knew at a glance. “And don’t worry! I’ll be back!”
Wilbur smiled an interior relief as Sary scurried out the tool-house door.
Six
July 28, 1928 latur
After Sary wake up, she git all excited wen I give her a dollar for rock candy. Make me feel real good to see her happy like that. She didn’t nap atall when I go out earliur, tired as she was, but dozed off after I take off her bandige. Now she be on her way to Osborn’s. Few minutes after she leave, I just had to go out to the bush and have at myself with my hand again. Seein her beauty, an just the way she be, and her eyes and smile, leeve me no choice. Saw the pile of my jack-off look disturbed, thogh. Couldnt be a animal on account no critter come neer the house. Hope it weren’t Sary who found it and diddled with it—can’t imagine what shed think. I probably just mistaken is all.
Was calclating the new Alko passages (I didn’t like them at first) I larned as I walked back to the pasture where that fat Rufus boy do all them bad things to Sary. Folks never lern it seems. Also thought hard about what might be wrong with page 751 of the Dee, like exzactly. Cud it be its not the wurds theerselves that was writ in flawed but maybe just the angles of the planes? Frum what I read, the unproper angles would muss up the Dho and the Dho-Hna and make it impossible to send word to the city between the magnetik poles. Just don’t know fer sure. Got ta stop worryin and just git reddy.
So anywaye I get back to that old shitty pastureland whitch used to belong ta Elmer Frye, I think, and pick up Hutchins ded collie and sling it over my back. Had to wunder, though, what ole man Hutchins look like on his face (and asettin in that wheelchar I put him in) when his fat son come in all ablubberin and wailin and holding a empty sack that was previous fulla his balls. Bet ole Elam raged shakin his fist and avowin to kill me like he been dewin all these years. I kind of chuckle at the thought cos he know he cant do nuthin to me even if he possess the curage to try. Tis a rule my grandsire teech me long ago when I first started understanding talk, that bad folks don’t nevur turn good, they always be bad, and most of em be cowerds too.
But along my walkin root back home, I run into that Kyler fella—who Sary say she never heer of—and he look at me that funny way he look sometimes and kind of smile and tell me, “Aye, Wilbur. Ye be cheerful today, and I am appraised as to why,” so I ast him “How ye know why—ah,” (and then I smile too), “on account you’re a soothsayer, huh?” Then he tell me, “The love ye most seek out with thine heart, ye’ve already just got. Nay?” Funny thing for him to say. Always like him, and just about him only in this cursed place, but it come to me that he must mean Sary, and theer aint no way he could know bout her being at my place. So I just tell him, “I sure hope so, Kyler, cuz youre right, I am a might cheerfull today and it be
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