Unit 4: Final Project
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- Thank You Ma'm
- Roger
- Here I am trying to get home to cook me a bite to eat and you snatch my pocketbook maybe, you ain’t been to your supper either, late as it be. Have you?” “There’s nobody home at my house,” said the boy“Then we’ll eat,” said the woman, “I believe you’re hungry—or been hungry—to try to snatch mypocketbook.”
- Ms.Jones
- This story start with a boy named Roger and a women named Ms,Jones.One night Ms.Jones was walking home from work when she saw boy standing there
- It was about eleven o’clock at night, and she was walking alone, when a boy ran up behind her and tried to snatch her purse.Ms.Jones took Roger to her house
- When she got to her door, she dragged the boy inside, down a hall, and into a large kitchenette .She told Roger to go to the sink and wash his face let the water run until it gets warm,” she said. “Here’s a clean towel".“You gonna take me to jail?” asked the boy, bending over the sink. “Not with that face, I would not take you nowhere,” said the woman.
- “I wanted a pair of blue suede shoes,” said the boy. “Well, you didn’t have to snatch my pocketbook to get some suede shoes,” said Mrs. Luella Bates Washington Jones. “You could of asked me.”The woman was sitting on the day-bed. After a while she said, “I were young once and I wanted things I could not get.”You thought I was going to say, but I didn’t snatch people’s pocketbooks. Well, I wasn’t going to say that.”So you set down while I fix us something to eat. You might run that comb through your hair so you will look presentable.She heated some lima beans and ham she had in the icebox, made the cocoa, and set the table. The woman did not ask the boy anything about where he lived, or his folks, or anything else that would embarrass him.
- When they were finished eating she got up and said, “Now, here, take this ten dollars and buy yourself some blue suede shoes. And next time, do not make the mistake of latching onto my pocketbook nor nobody else’s —because shoes come by devilish like that will burn your feet. I got to get my rest now. But I wish you would behave yourself, son, from here on in.”She led him down the hall to the front door and opened it. “Good-night! Behave yourself, boy!” she said, looking out into the street. The boy wanted to say something else other than “Thank you, m’am” to Mrs. Luella Bates Washington Jones, but he couldn’t do so as he turned at the barren stoop and looked back at the large woman in the door. He barely managed to say “Thank you” before she shut the door. And he never saw her again.
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