“You think it’s go’n be like that that day?” he asked. I didn’t answer him. He was looking out the window when he said it. Now he turned to me. “I hope it’s the kind of day you want, Jefferson,” I said. “The kind of day I want?” he said. “The kind of day I want? I never got nothing I wanted in my whole life. Now I’m go’n get a whole day?”
