Chapter 11
Confrontation
Most evenings Ruby went down to the slave quarters. I understand, she grew up there and they give her love and comfort. This evening was no exception, she was to return before we retired for the night.
Cool, almost cold, air brushed my cheek as the swing rocked from the push of my foot. The door creaked open revealing Jimmy's unhappy face. He stepped onto the porch but did not sit down. Instead, he paced, chewed his lip, and clenched his jaw.
“All right, Jimmy, out with whatever is bothering you. You've been madder than a March hare,” Papa said.
Jimmy came to a halt and faced us, tight fists balled on his hips. Words exploded out of his mouth and spittle flew. “It ain't right! It ain't proper, it's not the Southern way. You done got too big for your breaches,
