| Author: | Ruby Williams Shivers | ISBN: | 9781465321725 |
| Publisher: | Xlibris US | Publication: | May 12, 2003 |
| Imprint: | Xlibris US | Language: | English |
| Author: | Ruby Williams Shivers |
| ISBN: | 9781465321725 |
| Publisher: | Xlibris US |
| Publication: | May 12, 2003 |
| Imprint: | Xlibris US |
| Language: | English |
Cove Harbor was a hotbed of all that Granny lamented. Even the locals defined their little enclave as a small town heat wave. Cove Harbor was at least as hot as Miss. Lillians description of Jamie. All the fans in Georgia could not cool Cove Harbor off - not the fans, not the housewives, not the whores, not the saints, not the whites, not the Blacks: Cove Harbor was hot!
Bowmans Quarters was a laboratory for Granny Cauldron. She stood up and pulled back the hand made curtains. Peeking through the window out over the circular porch that provided a panoramic view of Bowmans Quarters, she felt the pulling and tugging of her emotions as she assessed the plight of her people in Bowmans Quarters against the tales of a people out of Africa, as told by her father.
It was clear that Mr. Bowman had no claim on the Whelan family, but he seemed to have his way with some of the females on his place Mr. Bowman darted from the house trying desperately to fasten his pants. Mr. Hoos entered the house just as his wife emerged from the bedroom, clothes awry. In my own house, he muttered in a stupor. Is there nothing sacred for us colored?
Passing Hazel Maes bedroom window while paying a visit to her friend Joan one evening, Mamie heard a noise. She took the noises emanating from inside the window for distress signals. As Mamie nervously approached the window and peeked in, there was Hazel Mae, buck naked, writhing as if she was in pain. She was involved in some serious lovemaking with someone whose identity Mamie could not discern at the moment.
Peering out into the ocean from the infamous Door of no Return the twins wept as they held each other close.
Cove Harbor was a hotbed of all that Granny lamented. Even the locals defined their little enclave as a small town heat wave. Cove Harbor was at least as hot as Miss. Lillians description of Jamie. All the fans in Georgia could not cool Cove Harbor off - not the fans, not the housewives, not the whores, not the saints, not the whites, not the Blacks: Cove Harbor was hot!
Bowmans Quarters was a laboratory for Granny Cauldron. She stood up and pulled back the hand made curtains. Peeking through the window out over the circular porch that provided a panoramic view of Bowmans Quarters, she felt the pulling and tugging of her emotions as she assessed the plight of her people in Bowmans Quarters against the tales of a people out of Africa, as told by her father.
It was clear that Mr. Bowman had no claim on the Whelan family, but he seemed to have his way with some of the females on his place Mr. Bowman darted from the house trying desperately to fasten his pants. Mr. Hoos entered the house just as his wife emerged from the bedroom, clothes awry. In my own house, he muttered in a stupor. Is there nothing sacred for us colored?
Passing Hazel Maes bedroom window while paying a visit to her friend Joan one evening, Mamie heard a noise. She took the noises emanating from inside the window for distress signals. As Mamie nervously approached the window and peeked in, there was Hazel Mae, buck naked, writhing as if she was in pain. She was involved in some serious lovemaking with someone whose identity Mamie could not discern at the moment.
Peering out into the ocean from the infamous Door of no Return the twins wept as they held each other close.
