"Billy was quiet for a moment, then asked, "When is my face going to turn black like yours?" "It's not ever going to turn black, Punkin." "Why not?" "It's just not, that's why. When God makes up his mind what color a flower's going to be, that's what color it is. And it's never going to change. We're God's little flowers, you and me, and he picked me for black and you for pink, which is what most folks call white." Neither spoke for a while, then Billy broke the silence. "Was your mama black like you?" "Yes, she was." "And your daddy?" "Yes." "And your...
"Billy was quiet for a moment, then asked, "When is my face going to turn black like yours?" "It's not ever going to turn black, Punkin." "W...
"Forsyth sat on the step of the parking lot office reading the Monday morning newspaper. The same little tombstone notice had appeared in the paper three times now, just like clockwork. He wasn't given to reading the paper's legal notices, but a news clipping containing a foreclosure notice on the lot had been mailed to Harry by Fidelity Union Bank a few weeks earlier, and he'd opened it by mistake. Since then, he'd located it in the paper and read it for himself every week. He was fascinated to see his brother's name in the paper amidst all that legal jargon. It wasn't often that...
"Forsyth sat on the step of the parking lot office reading the Monday morning newspaper. The same little tombstone notice had appeared in the paper th...
"His appointment to defend a man accused of harming a child had changed all that. It had revived everything in his life that was ever painful. It had returned to his mind and soul an emptiness that once had overwhelmed him. It had set him on a course where he must again confront and deal with the same emotions that had almost destroyed him.
As he watched the water move slowly by his deck, he winced at the thought of going to work. He was scheduled to be at the Public Defender's office that morning to view the Brewton file. Perhaps that explained why he thought the pull of the river was...
"His appointment to defend a man accused of harming a child had changed all that. It had revived everything in his life that was ever painful. It had ...
"Forsyth sat on the step of the parking lot office reading the Monday morning newspaper. The same little tombstone notice had appeared in the paper three times now, just like clockwork. He wasn't given to reading the paper's legal notices, but a news clipping containing a foreclosure notice on the lot had been mailed to Harry by Fidelity Union Bank a few weeks earlier, and he'd opened it by mistake. Since then, he'd located it in the paper and read it for himself every week. He was fascinated to see his brother's name in the paper amidst all that legal jargon. It wasn't often that...
"Forsyth sat on the step of the parking lot office reading the Monday morning newspaper. The same little tombstone notice had appeared in the paper th...
"His appointment to defend a man accused of harming a child had changed all that. It had revived everything in his life that was ever painful. It had returned to his mind and soul an emptiness that once had overwhelmed him. It had set him on a course where he must again confront and deal with the same emotions that had almost destroyed him.
As he watched the water move slowly by his deck, he winced at the thought of going to work. He was scheduled to be at the Public Defender's office that morning to view the Brewton file. Perhaps that explained why he thought the pull of the river was...
"His appointment to defend a man accused of harming a child had changed all that. It had revived everything in his life that was ever painful. It had ...
"Billy was quiet for a moment, then asked, "When is my face going to turn black like yours?" "It's not ever going to turn black, Punkin." "Why not?" "It's just not, that's why. When God makes up his mind what color a flower's going to be, that's what color it is. And it's never going to change. We're God's little flowers, you and me, and he picked me for black and you for pink, which is what most folks call white." Neither spoke for a while, then Billy broke the silence. "Was your mama black like you?" "Yes, she was." "And your daddy?" "Yes." "And your...
"Billy was quiet for a moment, then asked, "When is my face going to turn black like yours?" "It's not ever going to turn black, Punkin." "Why...
