“Here’s all I got,” his mother said, pushing a quarter to the side of his plate. “I wish you’d let me eat,” he said again.Īs he ate he felt that they were thinking of the job he was to get that evening and it made him angry he felt that they had tricked him into a cheap surrender. He kept staring at his sister till her eyes fell. He laid down his fork and his strong black fingers gripped the edge of the table there was silence save for the tinkling of his brother’s fork against a plate. “Ma’s talking to you, Bigger,” Vera said. His mother talked on as though she had not heard him and he stopped listening. “God, I wish you-all would let me eat,” Bigger said. “Bigger ain’t decent enough to think of nothing like that,” Vera said. You could be comfortable and not have to live like pigs.” “If you get that job,” his mother said in a low, kind tone of voice, busy slicing a loaf of bread, “I can fix up a nice place for you children. “I wish you’d keep your big mouth out of this!” he told his sister. “What you want me to do? Shout?” Bigger asked. “Bigger’s setting here like he ain’t glad to get a job,” she said. “I’m not going to take any stinking sass from you. “You shut your mouth, Buddy, or get up from this table,” the mother said. “He told you he was going to take the job.” “And you know how you can forget,” Vera said. “Well, don’t bite her head off,” Vera said. “I told you last night I was going to take it. “You going to take the job, ain’t you, Bigger?” his mother asked. “You want me to pour you some coffee?” Vera asked.
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