“Why did you take that?” he asked. He began to dress. “I wanted the paper.” “He was crazed when he couldn’t find it.” “Listen to this: Nigger love a watermelon, ha! ha! ha! Nigger love a watermelon, ha! ha! ha! Dey comes round for it all too soon, Ain’t nuttin’ like a watermelon to a hungry coon.” “Damn,” Norman said. “He wrote that?” “I imagine he did. What does that even mean?”
