Then Mr. Otis say, “I feel I owe it to this child’s grandaddy to see he’s taken care of proper”
Then Mr. Otis say, “I feel I owe it to this child’s grandaddy to see he’s taken care of proper” and he turn to my brother, and I don’t reckon he like my brother no more’n ever’body else, ’case he say, and shake his head, “It don’t ’pear to me like you can take care of this child, neither. You got a job up north?”
“Yes’r, I got a job,” my brother say, and he make a plain face and tuck his hat under his arm again, but Mr. Otis don’t ’pear to ’gree with him, and say “Well, is that the only clothes you got to wear when you travel?” and ever’body look at my brother’s clothes, which ain’t much of a much, and Mr. Otis say, “All you got there is a Army jacket, and there’s holes in the side of your pants, and they don’t fit right much anyhow because they’re all swole up at the legs and come down to your ankles so’s I can’t see how you can take ’em off, and you’ve got a red shirt that ain’t been washed, and G.I. boots pretty well scraggly by now, and that there beret on your head, so how do you ever expect me to believe you’ve got a job when you come travelin on home like that?”
