“Nat picked the last of the meat from the bone and shoved it in his mouth. Abel returned to his meal, but kept his eyes on Nat.
‘Once we’re at the farm, Mrs. Roe will expect you to use utensils in eating, not fingers.’
‘My fingers haven’t kept me from eatin’ yet.’
‘They might at our table,’ Abel’s voice was grave.
‘Well then I can fend for myself. I’ve done it all my life.’ Nat finished the rice and gravy, licked his fingers one last time, and sat back. ‘So, Abel, what do you want me for?'”
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Praise the Lord, chapter 2 of “Journey of Choice” is finished!!!
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