At the road O.T. stayed with Oscar. Usually he'd take the fork and turn toward his own ...

(At the road O.T. stayed with Oscar. Usually he'd take the fork and turn toward his own house and Nellie's cooking, but Nellie was pregnant again and looked peaked to him this morning. And earlier ...) At the road O.T. stayed with Oscar. Usually he'd take the fork and turn toward his own house and Nellie's cooking, but Nellie was pregnant again and looked peaked to him this morning. And earlier that day Oscar's boy Clem had run out to the fields to tell him to eat lunch at their house. "Wish the old man would paint these houses." Oscar said pulling off his hat and scuffing the dirt off his boots on the front porch step. "Purity!" he called in the house. Almost instantly a girl of about seven appeared through the screen door and shifted Cassie down from Oscar's hip to her own. Her dress was of the same pattern and material as Cassie's, only cut bigger to fit. Already she had a curve at her waist shaped to fit Cassie's bottom. "The old man saves a penny where he can find one, " said O.T. behind him. He looked down the gravel road toward his house a half mile or so away. "Think I'll just go check on Nellie before lunch." "She's in here." A voice from the house. A woman's or maybe ...

15:53:29 December 13, 2003, Saturday (PST) Source: Quin Withey's Radio Weblog

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