eighty-five            

            I so scairt. Zach'ry make dis sighin' soun' af'er us pleasurin' las' night, emp'y aw de breaf out, den kine shudder. Him do like dat maybe t'ree, fo' times 'til it seem dey's no air lef'. Den finely him lie quiet, hug me tight, snug 's gooseberries... Den slow an' strong I feels dis pull... like him de moon pas' full an' I de ocean... ebbin' like a ti'e.

            Den it mo'nin an' aw 'roun' look famil'ar. An' den it dawn us back; dis Sout' Car'lina. An' den dey's no mistakin'; me an' Zach'ry well nigh home.