Ginny said. “That Bobby done got in Carrie’s face way too many times. I’ve got to remind that boy coloreds have sense too.” Ginny climbed into the car, poking her cane in first and stuffing herself between Momma and Robert. She insisted she wanted to be there when Bobby stopped by. She had been Bobby’s nanny as a child, and felt she could handle him and keep him honest. “Most of them white boys don’t care about coloreds. Bobby don’t neither, ’til I remind ’em of my tittie being in his mouth. He gets quiet then, and leaves me alone. You see, he don’t want nobody to know. I remember many nights he fell sound to sleep with my nipple in his mouth.” Every time she told the story, I nearly upchucked at the thought. We all sat around the kitchen table talking about the day. Although I was nervous about talking to Bobbie, the conversation at the table kept my interest. “Lawd knows Pearl ought to be ’shamed of herself. She done got in the car with a white man right in front of the peoples at the church,”
