"You sayin' a good woman like me shouldn't be reading her Bible?" Clio was at the ...

("You sayin' a good woman like me shouldn't be reading her Bible?" Clio was at the door. Apron off and twisted in one hand. The rest of her was rail straight. Skinny, O.T. thought, despite five ...) "You sayin' a good woman like me shouldn't be reading her Bible?" Clio was at the door. Apron off and twisted in one hand. The rest of her was rail straight. Skinny, O.T. thought, despite five kids, and still with all her teeth. Maybe that was because she knew what to do when she was expecting better than most women. Grew all those plants in the summer and drank her teas all winter long. A little shiver went down his spine looking at her. Clio was the only woman in the community who still wore her skirts to her ankles. Looked like a pioneer woman. "Oh you know sister," Nellie said, "I was just talking. But I wish you'd let me do something around here. I feel fine." "And have you nearly bleed to death like last time?" O.T. looked over at Nellie and saw her wince. "No ma'm. You're doing just like I say this go around. Now you lay back down there and keep your feet elevated. O.T., she's had enough of you for now. You go on outside, that pump's waiting." At the door, O.T. looked back ...

09:36:21 December 15, 2003, Monday (PST) Source: Quin Withey's Radio Weblog

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