Song of Solomon
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Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
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Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison. Read by Shelley Burke. Chapter 15. The Fan belt didn't last long enough for him to get to the next gasoline station. It broke on the edge of a little town called. Just stain the needle trembling. And h milkman sold it to the tow truck man for $20 and caught the first bus out. It was probably best that way for over the humming wills, his legs folded in the little space in front of his seat. He had time to come down from the incredible high that had begun as soon as he slammed the bird woman's door, he couldn't get back to Shalimar fast enough and when he did get their dusty and dirty from the run, he leaped into the car and drove straight to sweet house. He almost broke her door down. I want to swim! He shouted, come on, let's go swimming! I'm dirty and I want water. Sweet smiled and she said she'd give him a bath bath. You think I put myself in that tiny little porcelain box? I need to see the whole ******* sea laughing hollering! He ran over to her and picked her up at the knees and ran around the room with her over his shoulder. The c I have to swim in the sea. Don't give me no. Itty bitty, teeny tiny tub girl. I need the whole entire complete deep blue sea. He stood her on her feet. Don't you all swim around here? Over at the quarry is where the kids go. Sometimes quarry. You all don't have no c no ocean, nah, this hill country, hill country, mountain country, flying country. A man was here to see you. Oh yeah, that would be mr Guitar Baines. He didn't give his name. He don't have to. He Guitar Baines. Guitar, Guitar, Guitar Baines. Milkman did a little dance and sweet covered her mouth, laughing. Come on, sweet, tell me where the sea is there some water? Come down below the ridge on the other side. Real deep. Why two? Then let's go. Come on. He grabbed her arm and pulled her out to the car. He sang all the way. Solomon a ride and Bella salute. Where you learn that? She asked him. That's a game we used to play when we was little. Of course she did. Everybody did everybody but me. But I can play it now. It's my game now. The river in the valley was wide and green Milkman took off his clothes, climbed a tree and dived into the water. He surfaced like a bullet, iridescent, grinning splashing water. Come on, take them clothes off him! Come on in here, nah, I don't want to swim. Come in here, girl, water moccasins in there for them! Get in here, hurry up! She stepped out of her shoes, pulled her dress over her head and was ready. Milkman reached up for her as she came timidly down the bank, simply slipping, stumbling, laughing at her own awkwardness. Then squealing as the cold river water danced up her legs, her hips, her waist. Milkman pulled her close and kissed her mouth, ending the kiss with a determined effort to pull her under the water. She fought him. Oh, my head, my hair gonna get wet. No, it ain't, he said, and poured a handful right to the middle of her scalp, wiping her eyes spluttering water. She turned to wait out, streaking all the way. Okay, okay, he bellowed. Leave me, leave me in here, by myself. I don't care. I'll play with the water moccasins and began to whoop and dive and splash and turn. He could fly. You hear me? My great granddaddy could fly. *******! He whipped the water with his fists, then jump straight up as though he could take off, and landed on his back and sank down his mouth and eyes full of water up again, still pounding, leaping, diving the son of a bit could fly. You hear me? Sweet, that ************ could fly. Could fly. He didn't need no airplane. Didn't need no ******* t w A. He could fly by his own self. Who you talking about? Sweet was lying on her side, her cheek cupped in her hand. Solomon. That's who