She offers him the last bite, holds her fork out for him. Her imitation of her mother's accent is even thicker than her own, almost too thick to understand.
"She'd say, 'A lana, can't you see? That man's no good. He's no good at all. Sure he wears nice suits, but does he go to Church on Sunday? No! He's got money, sure, but when was the last time he tithed. He's trouble, I can tell just by lookin' at 'im."
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Date: 2009-11-11 11:18 pm (UTC)"She'd say, 'A lana, can't you see? That man's no good. He's no good at all. Sure he wears nice suits, but does he go to Church on Sunday? No! He's got money, sure, but when was the last time he tithed. He's trouble, I can tell just by lookin' at 'im."