“It seem sumtimes you jest gotta put up wif your friends. Dey gonna do what dey gonna do.” “Jim, you work the mules and you fix the wagon wheels and now you fixin’ this here porch. Who taught you to do all them things?” I stopped and looked at the hammer in my hand, flipped it. “Dat be a good question, Huck.” “So, who did?” “Necessity.” “What?” “ ’Cessity,” I corrected myself. “ ’Cessity is when you gots to do sumptin’ or else.” “Or else what?” “Else’n they takes you to the post and whips ya or they drags ya down to the river and sells ya. Nuffin you gots to worry ’bout.”
