It made about as much sense getting mad at him as at Old Straw for chasing squirrels. He stole from me, but nothing but three dollars of that money was ever mine anyway. Him taking the money was no worse than me stealing it from Martha Lee. We both were just going after something we desired. Seems like that was what everyone was doing. Everyone, Daddy and me included, was just going around trying to satisfy cravings held inside. It explained why Martha Lee ate chocolate doughnuts and Goody went to Florida. It was why Mama married Daddy. It was why she went off to Hollywood. It was why I stood naked as a newborn and let Spy travel his eyes all over my body.Besides, I had too much on my mind to be occupied with being mad. All the time I was riding the Raleigh to the Kurl, I was busy asking for a miracle. Even when she was real sick, Mama said it never hurt to ask for one. She said documentation existed proving miracles happened all the time. Blind people regaining their sight. Crippled people walking.
