Passage ID and Analysis:She slipped into the booth beside me…
Passage ID and Analysis:She slipped into the booth beside me. “I have to tell you something, Twyla. I made up my mind if I ever saw you again, I’d tell you.””I’d just as soon not hear anything, Roberta. It doesn’t matter now, anyway.””No,” she said. “Not about that.””It’s about St. Bonny’s and Maggie.””Oh, please.”Listen to me. I really did think she was black. I didn’t make that up. I really thought so. But now I can’t be sure. I just remembered her as old, so old. And because she couldn’t talk — well, you know, I thought she was crazy. She’d been brought up in an institution like my mother was and like I thought I would be too. And you were right. We didn’t kick her. It was the gar girls. Only them. But, well, I wanted to. I really wanted them to hurt her. I said we did, too. You and me, but that’s not true. And I don’t want you to carry that around. It was just that I wanted to do it so bad that day — wanting to is doing it.”Her eyes were watery from the drinks she’d had, I guess. I know it’s that way with me. One glass of wine and I start bawling over the littlest thing.