Dilsey was singing.
“Not around yonder.” T. P. said. “Dont you know mammy say you cant go around there.”
They were singing.
“Come on.” T. P. said. “Lets go play with Quentin and Luster. Come on.”
Quentin and Luster were playing in the dirt in front of T. P. ’s house. There was a fire in the house, rising and falling, with Roskus sitting black against it.
“That’s three, thank the Lawd.” Roskus said. “I told you two years ago. They aint no luck on this place.”
“Whyn’t you get out, then.” Dilsey said. She was undressing me. “Your bad luck talk got them Memphis notions into Versh. That ought to satisfy you.”
“If that all the bad luck Versh have.” Roskus said.
Frony came in.
“You all done.” Dilsey said.
“ T. P. finishing up.” Frony said. “Miss Cahline want you to put Quentin to bed.”
“I’m coming just as fast as I can.” Dilsey said. “She ought to know by this time I aint got no wings.”
“That’s what I tell you.” Roskus said. “They aint no luck going be on no place where one of they own chillens’ name aint never spoke.”
“Hush.” Dilsey said. “Do you want to get him started”