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River Through the Spruce
Chapter IV:
“You ever seen somebody lookin’ like this before?” inquisition marked each syllable. Confusion laden. The interim caught in pause before a gruff grunt answered.
“This is one of them city girls. This how they dress up there…” a slow hum.
“Like men. I heard the Yanks let their ‘oman dress like men.” That secondary voice concluded. Yet another thoughtful pause.
“So the Yanks are droppin’ half dead white ga’ls half dressed up like men in our fields now? And this ain’t nothin’ more than an accident, right?” facetious sarcasm embroiled. Someone should have laughed. No one did.
“This is one of them city girls. This how they dress up there…” a slow hum.
“Like men. I heard the Yanks let their ‘oman dress like men.” That secondary voice concluded. Yet another thoughtful pause.
“So the Yanks are droppin’ half dead white ga’ls half dressed up like men in our fields now? And this ain’t nothin’ more than an accident, right?” facetious sarcasm embroiled. Someone should have laughed. No one did.