The other day I was looking through my books and this grabbed my attention. I’ve had it forever and though it was about time I read it. I don’t know why I waited so long…I’m loving it!!
Until Miss Debbie, I’d never spoke to no white woman before. Just answered a few questions, maybe–it wasn’t really speakin. And to me, even that was mighty risky since the last time I was fool enough to open my mouth to a white woman, I wound up half-dead and nearly blind.
“No sir,” I sad, shaking my head, “I’m not Poopsie. I’m Ron Hall.”
“no, you are not!” he scolded like a doting aunt insisting that a full child take a second helping of pie. “Your Poopsie! And you can call me Snookems!”
While he was saying this, I took in his glittering ensemble. Strapped around his head behind gold aviator sunglasses, Mr. Goldgerg wore a black patch over his left eye, and below that, a pearl-snap cowboy shirt and jeans, white-python- skin cockroach-killer boots with gold tips and heel ornaments, and a solid gold, buffalo-shaped belt buckle with rubies for the eyes and diamonds everywhere else.