Ruby:
My daddy, he could play six tunes on a fiddle. Got hisself shot dead at Petersburg. I was like his goat, or some critter tethered to a post. He left me once. Up in them mountains, I was eight, he was gone over two and a half weeks.
Ada:
He left you?
Ruby:
Uh-huh, I was all right, My daddy, he'd walk 40 miles for liquor and not 40 inches for kindness.
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