James

by Percival Everett

“Folks be funny lak dat. Dey takes the lies dey want and throws away the truths dat scares ’em.” The river put its full pull on us and we watched the men grow smaller. “I reckon I do that, too,” the boy said. “What say?” “I kin see how much you miss yer family and yet I don’t think about it. I forget that you feel things jest like I feel. I know you love them.” “Thank you, Huck.”