Gran'ma

What a lovely gran’ma you have! Isn’t God good to give little boys gran’mas?

“The darling! What a great girl she has grown! So she has come to see her gran’ma?” / “Yes, gran’ma,” said the child.

The rest was stories, told before his bedtime, of the dark deeds of night, remembered from her own childhood, told to her by her own mama, and her gran’pa and gran’ma, the things a black child in the South needed to know, and luridly colored, in Flora’s telling, as warning to her boy.

A porter was a fine thing to be back then. A society of gentlemen, is what my gran’ma said.