Jerome said proudly. “And she was the smartest girl in my algebra class,” Nadine added. “Mmm-huh,” Willie nodded. “When I was your age they only gave jobs like operators to those squeaky-voiced white girls. Black girls had to do some of everything to make a buck.” “That’s for sure. My mama cleaned houses and cooked for most of her life. When I was little, I remember a job she had spreading manure on some politician’s farm. I used to help her,” I said evenly. I didn’t particularly care for duck, but I managed to take a few bites. “Spreading manure? Yegods.” Marlene clucked and shook her head. “I’d do anything to get out of doing something that ghoulish.” GOD STILL DON’T LIKE UGLY173She sighed and looked around the room from Jerome to her other two sons. “Boys, just being a woman in this world is a mighty cross to bear. Some of us have to do some of the most unspeakable things so we can take care of our loved ones. I’ve been telling Nadine that all her life.”
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