The old man turns to the man who is mending the basket. You remember any Miss Hue there, Nine Man. Then a woman speaks up. The man who is stay a piece. The lieutenant-colonel turns and speaks to the crowd, as though offering excuses.
Nobody pays the slightest attention to the lieutenant-colonel s words.
The old man laughs. It s all up to old mother nature like what I said, ain t no way we can know about it. He points to the row of buses parked before us. So we just goin to go on down an take a look see how it is. The crowd of children that have flocked around to hear the old man s stories seemingly haven t understood anything, and are now gawking at the insignia of rank on the lieutenant-colonel's lapel instead.