“Damn Clem I been trying to tell you since we first met that we had no choice but to ride a raft over here after them f-wording terrorists blew the dams” Crick protested before getting a shotgun barrel poke from Clem.
“Look here sonny, she might be a white haired old mammy but that old mammy was my sons old mammy and her old mammy raised me and her mammy raised my Pa so you best be respectful and watch your language in her presence.” The old caretaker said of the old custom in some parts of the south to have a black dearly beloved maid raise many a white boy or girl as a nanny to the family and be protected like a bulldog guarding its bone while keeping those lucky children out of all kinds of mischief from cradle to sometimes grave.
“I meant no disrespect. I am sorry, Maam” Crick said
