“Whose idea you think it was to sell my babies?” “Oh.” She had not mentioned her lost children since that first day either. “She wanted new furniture, new china dishes, fancy things you see in that house now. What she had was good enough for Miss Hannah, and Miss Hannah was a real lady. Quality. But it wasn’t good enough for white-trash Margaret. So she made Marse Tom sell my three boys to get money to buy things she didn’t even need!”
Wow.
