Janie saw her life like a great tree in leaf with the things suffered

196/260on everybody. Let’s go git our knots charged.” Everybody got in a goodhumor and left.Mrs. Turner got up off the floor hollering for the police. Look at herplace! How come nobody didn’t call the police? Then she found outthat one of her hands was all stepped on and her fingers were bleedingpretty peart. Two or three people who were not there during the fracaspoked their heads in at the door to sympathize but that made Mrs.Turner madder. She told them where to go in a hurry. Then she sawher husband sitting over there in the corner with his long bony legs allcrossed up smoking his pipe.“What kinda man is you, Turner? You see dese no count niggerscome in heah and break up mah place! How kin you set and see yo’wife all trompled on? You ain’t no kinda man at all. You seen dat TeaCake shove me down! Yes you did! You ain’t raised yo’ hand tuh donothin’ about it.”Turner removed his pipe and answered: “Yeah, and you see howAh did swell up too, didn’t yuh? You tell Tea Cake he better be keerfulAh don’t swell up again.” At that Turner crossed his legs the other wayand kept right on smoking his pipe.Mrs. Turner hit at him the best she could with her hurt hand andthen spoke her mind for half an hour.“It’s a good thing mah brother wuzn’t round heah when ithappened do he would uh kilt somebody. Mah son too. Dey got somemanhood about ’em. We’se goin’ back tuh Miami where folks iscivilized.”Nobody told her right away that her son and brother were alreadyon their way after pointed warnings outside the café. No time for