Mary Agnes Clark, Sudie's best friend:
Doggone it Sudie! You always start something and won't finish it. Here I ain't never even seen a grown up thing and you won't even tell me what it looks like. What kind of friend are you?
Sudie Harrigan:
A grown up thing, Mary Agnes, looks just like a little thing. Except it's bigger and uglier and bluer.
Mary Agnes Clark, Sudie's best friend:
Bluer? You mean grown up things is blue?
Sudie Harrigan:
No, they ain't blue all over. They just got blue rows.
Mary Agnes Clark, Sudie's best friend:
Blue rows? Blue rows of what?
Sudie Harrigan:
Just blue rows of rows. That's all. And sometimes they get sick.
Mary Agnes Clark, Sudie's best friend:
What do they get sick from?
Sudie Harrigan:
I recon it's dropsy.
Mary Agnes Clark, Sudie's best friend:
Gosh! Mr. Higgins' Dottie died of dropsy.
Sudie Harrigan:
Yeah, well Earl Rice ain't never died of it 'cause he gets it all the time. Anyway, wiggling things is a big sin and it's all my fault.
Mary Agnes Clark, Sudie's best friend:
How come?
Sudie Harrigan:
'Cause Eve gived Adam that apple. Don't you listen to nothing that preacher says?
Mary Agnes Clark, Sudie's best friend:
Sure I listen to the preacher.
Sudie Harrigan:
Well the big sin is my thing not his. We got these awful things that makes men get some kinda madness. It's like they was crazy. Momma says that they can't help it and we gotta face up to it just 'cause the kinda things that we got. Mary Agnes, we got wicked things.
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