“Why, Mizz Mouse, you fainted. Didn’t know what else to do with you, what with your baby all tied to you and all your totes.”
“Mrs. Mouse? The name is Mrs. Henri LeSouris. My son is named Henry. Do you always stare, Mr. Sykes?”
“Jasper,” he raised a hand to his bare head as though to tip his hat, then lowered it, looking even more embarrassed. “Do when someone talks to me and I want to know what they says?”
She looked puzzled and he continued to talk, “Can kind of tell from how they move their mouth what they’re saying. Unless they’s loud talkers, like the Daniels, I kin hear them fine. You’re a low talker, have to stare hard to understand.”
“I wondered. You’re a pretty loud talker yourself.” She looked over her shoulder and noticed the women …show more content…
“She said they wished they could, but they didn’t have any spare room.”
“You already asked?” he shouted.
Jeanne blinked, and shook her head. “The preacher told me before I asked, that they had no room.”
“Maybe they was figuring that smelly husband of yours would be moving in too, or else they didn’t like crying babies.”
For a moment Jeanne could not think of a retort, she was so angry. Instead she paced back and forth, patting her son’s back who had begun to hiccup from crying so hard. After swearing under her breath she stepped around the big man and ducked under the loaded counter. Whether she wanted to or not, the only way she knew to calm her son was to take him somewhere private and finish feeding him.
Real tears started to fall as she stared past the man toward the bedroom. He followed the direction she was staring as she tried to still the little boy who was squirming, trying to reach her breast. “Drat, I forgot my shawl,” she said.
She was sitting beside the cold stove, looking wistfully at the empty top when he appeared beside her, fanning the shawl so that it fell over her and the fussing baby.
“Did you eat? Ain’t going to have much milk for him if you
“Mrs. Mouse? The name is Mrs. Henri LeSouris. My son is named Henry. Do you always stare, Mr. Sykes?”
“Jasper,” he raised a hand to his bare head as though to tip his hat, then lowered it, looking even more embarrassed. “Do when someone talks to me and I want to know what they says?”
She looked puzzled and he continued to talk, “Can kind of tell from how they move their mouth what they’re saying. Unless they’s loud talkers, like the Daniels, I kin hear them fine. You’re a low talker, have to stare hard to understand.”
“I wondered. You’re a pretty loud talker yourself.” She looked over her shoulder and noticed the women …show more content…
“She said they wished they could, but they didn’t have any spare room.”
“You already asked?” he shouted.
Jeanne blinked, and shook her head. “The preacher told me before I asked, that they had no room.”
“Maybe they was figuring that smelly husband of yours would be moving in too, or else they didn’t like crying babies.”
For a moment Jeanne could not think of a retort, she was so angry. Instead she paced back and forth, patting her son’s back who had begun to hiccup from crying so hard. After swearing under her breath she stepped around the big man and ducked under the loaded counter. Whether she wanted to or not, the only way she knew to calm her son was to take him somewhere private and finish feeding him.
Real tears started to fall as she stared past the man toward the bedroom. He followed the direction she was staring as she tried to still the little boy who was squirming, trying to reach her breast. “Drat, I forgot my shawl,” she said.
She was sitting beside the cold stove, looking wistfully at the empty top when he appeared beside her, fanning the shawl so that it fell over her and the fussing baby.
“Did you eat? Ain’t going to have much milk for him if you