As I Lay Dying
"She is going to die," he says. And old turkey-buzzard Tull coming to watch her die but I can fool them.
"When is she going to die?" I say.
"Before we get back," he says.
"Then why are you taking Jewel?" I say.
"I want him to help me load," he says. (7.6-10)
"Why didn’t you send for me sooner?" I say.
"Hit was jest one thing and then another," he says. "That ere corn me and the boys was aimin’ to git up with, and Dewey Dell a-takin’ good keer of her, and folks comin’ in, a-offerin’ to help and sich, till I jest thought…"
"Damn the money," I say. "Did you ever hear of me worrying a fellow before he was ready to pay?"
"Hit ain’t begrudgin’ the money," he says. "I jest kept a-thinkin’…She’s goin’, is she?" (11.16-7)
Cash is filling up the holes he bored in the top of it. He is trimming out plugs for them, one at a time, the wood wet and hard to work. He could cut up a tin can and hide the holes and nobody wouldn’t know the difference. Wouldn’t mind, anyway. I have seen him spend a hour trimming out a wedge like it was glass he was working, when he could have reached around and picked up a dozen sticks and drove them into the joint and made it do. (20.20)