Nancy Mason-bowls

It Ain't That Deep. . .why, Can't I Be Loved?: the Investigation Nancy Mason-bowls

Itwas ten-thirty at night. Howard said, "Hey lady I bet you would look very elegant dressed up" very softly speaking. He was looking at her with asoft passionate glare in his eyes, as he gazed at her watching her body as she moved around the dining area room. Ther responded, "You been saying that same line every since you walked into this place two years ago negro" smiling at him. Now you know with ninebabies, cooking, serving and working, just don't call for time to dress up "No Time" Howard said, "yeah! Baby! But, I will buy you the clothes, makeup, get your hair done, the works, shoes everything you need. Just dress up so that I can see what you look like. I bet you'd look like a "MODEL" in one of those magazines. Ther answered "Alright! (sternly) give me the money, honey . . . and I will dress up for you" laughing to herself. Howard jumps up! "Shucks! You ain't said nothing but a word, baby doll" Howard pulls out a roll of hundreds counting it and walks over to Ther, placing it in her hand . . . so gently . . . closing his hand over hers.