THE BLACKER THE BERRY . . .
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where she worked. He was to meet her after the theater that very night.
“How many nights a week you gonna have that little inkspitter up here?”
“Listen here, Brax, you have who you want up here, don’t you?”
“That ain’t it. I just don’t like to see you tied up with a broad like that.”
“Why not? She’s just as good as the rest, and you know what they say, ‘The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice.’”
“The only thing a black woman is good for is to make money for a brown-skin papa.”
“I guess I don’t know that.”
“Well,” Braxton was satisfied now, “if that’s the case. . . .”
He had faith in Alva’s wisdom.
