Kossula sat silent for a moment. I saw the old sorrow seep away from his eyes and the present take its place. He looked about him for a moment and then said bluntly, “I tired talking now. You go home and come back. If I talkeed wid you all de time I cain makee no garden. You want know too much. You astee so many questions. Dat do, dat do (that will do, etc.), go on home.” I was far from being offended. I merely said, “Well when can I come again?” “I send my grandson and letee you know, maybe tomorrow, maybe nexy week.”
