Huck started laughing. He pointed at me and laughed harder. “You mean you was pullin’ on my leg?” I said. He was enjoying himself and that was all right with me. It always made life easier when white folks could laugh at a poor slave now and again. “I had you goin’,” Huck said. I acted like he’d hurt my feelings. White people love feeling guilty. “I’m sorry, Jim. I just thought it was funny,” he said. “Yeah, it be funny, Huck, sho nuff funny.” I pushed out my lower lip a bit, an expression I displayed only for white people.
