Quotes from Nancy B. Brewer

I stop to brace myself against the walls, which are painted with the fingerprints of family.

"He smiled at me and I felt the tenderness only a daughter could feel.

It was not an unusual site to see Negro tenant farmers crossing the intersection of Spring and Barbrick on the way to the cotton warehouse

{Summertime she speaks of winter, she eats ham, but speaks of beef, got a good man but, flirts with another. She might as well go to hell, cause she ain't gonna be happy in heaven either!}

For in the forest someone is always watching and someone is always listening!