“Don’t be going down there showing your color” (27)
“Money can’t buy what that piano
cost. You can’t sell your soul for money.” (50)
“You always talking about your daddy but you ain’t never stopped to look
at what his foolishness cost your mama. Seventeen years’ worth of cold nights
and an empty bed. For what? For a piano? For a piece of wood? To get even with
somebody?... All this thieving and killing and thieving and killing. And what
it ever lead to? More killing and more thieving.” (52)
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