He had seen Death coming and had stood his ground and fought it like a natural man.
Then Joe stark realized all the meanings and his vanity bled like a flood. Janie had robbed him of his illusion of irresistible maleness that all men cherish, she had cast down his empty armor before men and they had laughed.
Naw, Ah ain't no young gal no mo' but den Ah ain't no old woman neither. Dat's uh whole lot more'n you kin say. You big-bellies round here and put out a lot of brag, but 'tain't nothin' to it buy yo' big voice.
A sound of strife in Jody's throat, but his eyes stared unwillingly into a corner of the room so Janie knew the futile fight was not with her.
Ah knowed you wasn't gointuh lissen tuh me. You change everything but nothin don't change you-not even death.
Janie laughed at all these well-wishers because she knew that they knew plenty of woman alone; but most of the others were poor. She felt like slapping some of them for sitting around grinning at her like a pack of chessy cats, trying to make out they looked like love.
Uh woman by herself is a pitiful thing. Dey need aid and assistance.
Ah is, 'cause Ah can't play uh lick.
How about playin' you some checkers? You look hard to beat.
He set up and began to show her and she found herself glowing inside. Somebody wanted her to play. Somebody thought it natural for her to play.
He tipped his hat at the door and was off with the briefest good night. So she sat no the porch and watched the moon rise. Soon its amber fluid was drenching the earth, and quenching the thirst of the day.