…“ —Jesus Christ! They make you do that?
—Dem people would sooner give him donkey milk if it be more easy. Dem don’t care and he? He nah remember ten, fifteen year from now when he same one whipping de life out o’ me.
—How come you have breast milk? You have a young’un too?
—Did have two. Twin. Massa Roget sell dem last fortnight. Or he kill dem, me no know.
Dulcimena give Lilith a chuckle but it weaker than before and she look away from Lilith quick, dart back and look away again. Then she let out a loud laugh, though the kitchen didn’t shake.
—Nigger life! What you gone do? she say.” …
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