I paid the man thirty-five hundred dollars. Monday morning I want you to take this money and take three thousand dollars and put it in a savings account for Benetha's medical schooling. The rest you put in a checking account--with your name on it...I'm telling you to be the head of the family from now on like you supposed to be.
Willy!...Willy... don't do it...Please don't do it...Man, not with that money...Man, I put my life in your hands...THAT MONEY IS MADE OUT OF MY FATHER'S FLESH--"
Maybe I’ll just get down on ny black knees...Captain, Mistuh, Bossman—A-hee-hee-hee! Oh, yassuh boss! Yasssssuh! Great white——Father, just gi’ ussen de money, fo’ God’s sake, and we’s—we’s ain’t Gwinnett one out deh and dirty up yo’ white folks neighborhood...And I’ll feel fine! Fine!FINE!
Life just like it is. Who gets it and who don’t.
And maybe --maybe I'll just get down on my black knees..."Captain, Mistuh, Bossman--A-hee-hee-hee! Oh, yassuh boss! ...Father, just gi' ussen de money, fo' God's sake, and we's-- we's aint gwine come out deh and dirty up yo' white folks neighborhood..." And I'll feel fine! Fine!FINE!
And we have decided to move into our house because my father--my father-- he earned it for us brick by brick.
Mama stands, at last alone in the living room, her plant on the table before her as the lights start to come down. She looks around at all the walls and ceilings ...a great heaving of things rises in her and she puts her fist to her mouth to stifle it.