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She wouldn’t eat. ” Cora’s face went dark. She bit her lips to keep from cursing. She put her arms about Jessie’s neck. The girl cried. Her food went untouched. A week passed. They tried to make Jessie eat then. But the food wouldn’t stay on her stomach. Her eyes grew yellow, her tongue white, her heart acted crazy. They called in old Doctor Brown, but within a month (as quick as that) Jessie died. She never saw the Greek boy any more. Indeed, his father had lost his license, “due to several complaints by the mothers of children, backed by the Woman’s Club,” that he was selling tainted ice-cream.
Carraway screamed, a short loud, digniﬁed scream. Michael came running in bathrobe and pyjamas. Mrs. Carraway grew tall. There was a scene. Luther talked. Michael talked. Anne appeared. 36 The Short Stories “Never, never, never,” said Mrs. ” “Mother, Mother, Mother,” said Michael. “Be calm. ” He turned on the nonchalant Luther. ” he said, pointing toward the door. ’ ” Her husband looked nonplussed. For a moment he breathed deeply. “Either he goes or I go,” said Mrs. Carraway, ﬁrm as a rock. “He goes,” said Michael with strength from his mother.
That was not her fault. This white boy, Joe, he always smelt like the horses. He was some kind of foreigner. Had an accent, and yellow hair, big hands, and grey eyes. The Ways of White Folks 23 It was summer. A few blocks beyond the Studevants’ house, meadows and orchards and sweet ﬁelds stretched away to the far horizon. At night, stars in the velvet sky. Moon sometimes. Crickets and katydids and lightning bugs. The scent of grass. Cora waiting. That boy, Joe, a cigarette spark far off, whistling in the dark.