"I had to leave school when I was thirteen," "That's a year younger than you are now. If I'd had half the chances you have, I'd..."
As Greg checked for traffic and dashed across the street. He reached the open house as a bolt of lighting lit the sky. Greg stepped inside to the grim shadows
Part 2"Don't try nothin' ' cause I got a razor sharp enough to cut a week into nine days!"
Part 1Greg got up from the couch because he though he heard breathing, and as soon as the rain let up he would leave.
Part 1"They's bad men."
Part 2"Hey! Rag man!""We know you are in here. What you got up those rags? You got any money?"
Part 3"We don't want to have to come in and hurt you, old man, but we don't mind if we have to."
Part 1"There it be," nodding his head. "There it be."
Part 1"I used to travel around and make money to feed my wife and Jesse-that's my boy's name.", "Anyway, he went off to war, and I went off still playing and singing.", "I traveled around, and one time I come home, there was this letter saying Jesse got killed.", "They sent back what he had and it was this old mouth fiddle and these clippings."
Part 2Greg looked at the old man, saw the distant look in his eye, then turned to the clippings. They told of Sweet Lemon Brown, a blues singer and harmonica player appearing at different theaters in the South.
Greg's wondering what his father would say and wondering if he should tell his father about Lemon Brown. He decided that Lemon Brown would be OK.