"Lawd, no, that's jus' a roomer."
Out came the yellow brother again. "See here, Uncle, if you want me to
fix that fence you'd bettuh come awn out heah now. It's gettin' dark."
I closed my notebook and arose. "Don't let me interfere with your
program, Brother Nelson."
The old man settled back in his chair. His eyes inspected the sky, his
jaw "sorta" set. The yellow brother looked at him a minute and passed
on.
Five minutes later. Enter, the Madam. She also was of the yellow variety
with the suspicious and spiteful look of an undersized black Belgian
police dog. A moment of silence--a word to him.
"You don't know whutchu're doin'." Silence all around. To me, "You're
upsettin' my work."