"But Mama, I'm tired of going to fun'rals. All my Brothers be laying in them caskets and not moving. Big Mama just hollers and screams. The policeman's got Daddy all chained up between them. That man in the robes be just hollering at us . . ."

"Preacher," Marsha interrupted. Suzy kept right on chattering.

"All of them gangs be standing around outside puffed up like they goin' to bust open. And you Mama, always crying. Can't we all go to Astroworld?"

"Suzy, there won't be no gangs at this funeral. Eric wasn't that kind of boy."

"You can say that again," Big Mama's voice penetrated the wall like a braying donkey's.

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