Audiobook - Fiction (inc accent - Southern US)
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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when news of the murder breaks, I'm in Matthews buying chicken necks. So my little sister Renee and I Congar crabbing. There isn't much in the way of food in the house, but we found a dollar and 63 cents in change and decided free crabs would get us the most food for that money. Usually we use bacon rinds for bait, but we've eaten those already. I'm squatting down, looking at the boxes of cupcakes on the bottom shelf. When a woman steps over me to get to the register, Matthews is small and the shelves are crowded in. When Mama brought us with her to get food, Renee and me would have contests to see who could get from the front door to the grimy meat counter at the back in the fewest hops. I could do it in seven. She's a big, fat woman with Mawr oven equator than a waste. She steps heavy, all of her trembling, as she does, and for a moment I'm worried she's going to fall and squish me. She dumps a dozen cans of pork and beans on the belt and gets out her food stamps, then digs down the front of her stretched out red shirt and pulls a wrinkled $10 bill out of her bra to pay for a pack of men's halls. Hear what happened? A cable? Bloxham? She asks the cashier. The cashier hasn't. They found him waist deep in the mud and mutton. Hunk Creek had his face shot to pieces and all swole up with being in the water. His girlfriend had to identify him by the tattoo on his back. The cashiers eyebrows jump up and her eyes get big. I keep rummaging among the cupcakes. The cashier can see me, but they'll probably keep talking anyway. Being 13 doesn't get me noticed any more than being 12. Did my next air starting to drip blood and chicken news through their newspaper onto my leg? They know who done it? The cashier asks as she picks up the limp bill and unlocks the glass front. Tobacco case? Not yet. Police say they used a slug loaded shotgun. They couldn't find no cartridges, though. Well, that's a lot of help. Everyone around here has one of those. The cashier answers, and she's right. We've even got one sitting next to the 22 by the porch door in case dear show up in the yard, and that ain't even the half of it. The lady leans in close, but her whisper is almost asl out as her talking voice. They done cut his thing clean off. I guess he won't be needing it anymore. Cashiers face is lit up like Christmas as she bags the cans of pork and beans. Not much happens worth talking about. On the shore, the woman waddles out with her cans, and I straighten up from the cupcakes and plot my soggy packet on the belt.