AYE-YUP—GREAT STUFF HERE! 🙂
Pa always tells me, “Cono, if ye don’t like somebody, it’s jes’t ’cause you hadn’t got to know him well enough’s all.” That sounds like something H. would say.
“Hey, Gene. Ye want to meet a real colored man?” I ask.
“Sure, I do. Who is he?”
So I tell him what I know. I tell him about the man with dark skin and kind eyes. I tell him how he looked at me like I was a real person and not just a stupid little kid.
The next day after school, I take Gene to the barbershop.
“Hi, Mr. H.,” I say.
“Hey there Little Dennis, what you know good?”
“This here’s my friend, Gene.”
“Well, it’s a real pleasure to know ya, Gene,” and he sticks out his hand for Gene to shake. Gene waits a second, stares at H.’s big brown hand, then pumps it up and…
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