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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.