After a quick rap, I just walk right on in and straight back to the kitchen. I know that’s where Zilla’ll be.
“Plum smells mightly fine back here! What’s in the pot, beans?”
Zilla turns away from the steam over her range to take a glance at me, “Yessim, hand me that spoon yonder there would ya?”
Handing off the spoon, I hear the stomping of boots, “’bout ready I hope, directly those young ‘uns will be piling up in here.”
“Naw, you know they’ll have to mess and gaum some first. Come on to the table, we got time to set a spell. Tea?”
Sipping that cold sweet tea loosed my tongue some cause afore I knowed I was jawing about Hank’s retarment. “He ain’t got nary a thing to do but aggervate the dickens out of me. Me and him took to exchanging some words last night over dern marbles.”
“I knowed you was all tore up right off.” Zilla eyed me. She has a head for readin’ people.
“Firstly, them is Mama’s marbles. Next off, she likes colors mixed – like in each jar. Last off, Hank gave ’em a good sort’n. Blues with blues, reds with reds and the like.”
“Lawd, Lawd, I bet your mama was all fired up.” Zilla loved a good tangle.
“The worst of it ain’t even been told. Mama took up her jars went back yonder behind the fence and hid ’em but good. So good she cain’t find ’em. It’s likta kilt her. Hank’s out there a-hunting them marbles everhow he can.”
Always thinking, Zilla spoke the gospel, “You better get you some more marbles. Likely, your mama won’t be right with her marbles lost and all.”
* The way my Virginia family spoke. Retirement=retarment; Wire= ar; Tire=Tar etc.Adding “ly” to some words: Migthly, Firstly, etc. Mixing up the word “ever” with “every” everway; evertime, everhow. It was a colorful and musical way of talking to my ear. I miss it.