“See, Delphine, you can’t tell us what to do,” Vonetta said. “Surely can’t.” “’Cause we’re going to the Center, and we’re going to the rally.” “Surely are.” “And we’re going to sing our song.” “And do our dance.” “And you can’t be in it with us.” But Fern didn’t go along with Vonetta on the last one, not that I wanted to be in it. Still, a small part of me was glad. Fern had always been mine.(page 65)
You can't tell us what to do
“Thought ya’ll weren’t coming back.”“We weren’t.”“Then why’re you here?”.Eunice had a lot of nerve and a lot of mouth, asking me why my sisters and I were back at the Center. I had nothing to say to Eunice. I already felt bad. I shrugged, although I was no shrugger. “You were just showing off, telling Sister Mukumbu how you and your sisters weren’t coming to the rally, like you’re in charge.” “For your information, I am in charge of my sisters.” “Oh yeah? So why are you back, then?” The last thing I would do was tell Eunice Ankton that we were here because Cecile shooed us away to write her poems.(page 65)
mind your business
You are not incharge of anybody
I couldn’t figure out why Eunice sat there with me. It was bad enough to feel stupid. I didn’t needanyone sitting with me reminding me of it.My sisters were having a good time. Fern and the youngest Ankton girl, Beatrice, taught each other hand-clapping songs. Janice and Vonetta chased after Hirohito and his friends, but they were only after Hirohito.