She was a large woman with a large purse that had everything in it but hammer and nails. It had a long strap, and she carried it slung across her shoulder. 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.
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The strap broke with the single tug the boy gave it from behind. But the boy’s weight and the weight of the purse combined caused him to lose his balance so, intsead of taking off full blast as he had hoped, the boy fell on his back on the sidewalk, and his legs flew up.
“Pick up my pocketbook, boy, and give it here.”
She still held him. But she bent down enough to permit him to stoop and pick up her purse. Then she said,
The large woman simply turned aroundand kicked him right square in his blue-jeaned sitter. Then she reached down, picked the boy up byhis shirt front, and shook him until his teeth rattled. After that the woman said,
“Now ain’t you ashamed of yourself?”
“Then it will get washed this evening,” said the large woman starting up the street, dragging the frightened boy behind her.
He looked as if he were fourteen or fifteen, frail and willow-wild, in tennis shoes and blue jeans.
“You gonna take me to jail?” asked the boy, bending over the sink.
When they were finished eating she got up and said,
“Not with that face, I would not take you nowhere,” said the woman. “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?”
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
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.
“Now, here, take this ten dollars and buy yourself some blue suede shoes.