"I think it Mary turn to read," I say, the words blurrin' 'neath my tired eyes. I can't read nothin' today, an' it embarrassin', 'specially with Miss. Lizabeth an' Mary here to smirk at me. I... I jus' so tired... I shouldenta stayed out so late. I shoulda jus' gone straight to my bed. Talkin' to Samuel didn't help nothin' in my head, if anythin' he made it worse.
"No- you jus' keep on goin'."
"I don' wanna," I protest, slouchin' down in my chair- the way Miss. Lizabeth don' like it. I can't help myself, I so, very sleepy.
"You barely read anythin'," Mary say, hidin' a laugh. I don' see why she think it so funny, tomorrow I be able to read again an' she still can't.
"You haven't read nothin'," I respond. "Ya never do."
"That ain't true."
"Sure it is. You can't read a single word in this book."
"Miss. Lizabeth!" Mary's voice all loud an' squeaky. Like she a little 'ol mouse, sometime if you tilt you head to left, she even looks like one.
"Corinne, you stop bein' mean to you sister. Apologize. An' sit up."
"Now that ain't fair."
Miss. Lizabeth give me one of ho looks, like I wastin' all the God given time she got on Earth. Like I ain't even worth bein' in her presence. I want to remind her now, that she the one who work fo' me- not the other way 'round.
"Well sometimes life ain't."
I kno' I am soundin' real bratty, an' actin' nothin' like a lady, but I jus' can't help it. All my thoughts drivin' me crazy, I can't get my mind to be quiet an' I jus'... So... Tired.
Miss. Lizabeth should try harder to make my life mo' fair. I am the rich one, the pretty one, the one who could get almos' any man- cept maybe Lloyd- to fall in love with me. An' what do she got? Nothin'- no husband, no house. Nothin'.
"I'm not readin this." I stand up, an' place the Holy Book down. I wanna throw it 'cross the room, but it got God's name in it so I don'.
"Your bet you bottom."
"You crazy," I yell. "I ain't readin' it no matter what you say."
An' then- like I five years old, I storm all the way out to my bedroom. I only get a few seconds a quiet 'fore Mary come knockin' on my door.
"C'mon Corinne."
"No- you jus' keep on goin'."
"I don' wanna," I protest, slouchin' down in my chair- the way Miss. Lizabeth don' like it. I can't help myself, I so, very sleepy.
"You barely read anythin'," Mary say, hidin' a laugh. I don' see why she think it so funny, tomorrow I be able to read again an' she still can't.
"You haven't read nothin'," I respond. "Ya never do."
"That ain't true."
"Sure it is. You can't read a single word in this book."
"Miss. Lizabeth!" Mary's voice all loud an' squeaky. Like she a little 'ol mouse, sometime if you tilt you head to left, she even looks like one.
"Corinne, you stop bein' mean to you sister. Apologize. An' sit up."
"Now that ain't fair."
Miss. Lizabeth give me one of ho looks, like I wastin' all the God given time she got on Earth. Like I ain't even worth bein' in her presence. I want to remind her now, that she the one who work fo' me- not the other way 'round.
"Well sometimes life ain't."
I kno' I am soundin' real bratty, an' actin' nothin' like a lady, but I jus' can't help it. All my thoughts drivin' me crazy, I can't get my mind to be quiet an' I jus'... So... Tired.
Miss. Lizabeth should try harder to make my life mo' fair. I am the rich one, the pretty one, the one who could get almos' any man- cept maybe Lloyd- to fall in love with me. An' what do she got? Nothin'- no husband, no house. Nothin'.
"I'm not readin this." I stand up, an' place the Holy Book down. I wanna throw it 'cross the room, but it got God's name in it so I don'.
"Your bet you bottom."
"You crazy," I yell. "I ain't readin' it no matter what you say."
An' then- like I five years old, I storm all the way out to my bedroom. I only get a few seconds a quiet 'fore Mary come knockin' on my door.
"C'mon Corinne."
