Houses without roofs, and roofs without houses

Things might not turn out like she thought.

“Dat’s de way it looks. Still and all, she’s her own woman. She oughta know by now whut she wants tuh do.”

“Crazy thing!” Janie commented, beaming out with light.

He set it up and began to show her and she found herself glowing inside

She sent her face to Joe’s funeral, and herself went rollicking with the springtime across the world

didn’t really hate Janie, but he wanted her to think so.

he began to talk about her age all the time, as if he didn’t want her to stay young while he grew old. It was always “You oughta throw somethin’ over yo’ shoulders befo’ you go outside. You ain’t no young pullet no mo’. You’se uh ole hen now.”

Janie loved the conversation and sometimes she thought up good stories on the mule, but Joe had forbidden her to indulge.