I kept flappin' at the keyboard.
"Belle? Ya' here?"
The voice came from the kitchen door, what was open onto the porch. I knowed the voice. Jasper Hokum were leanin' in the doorway,an ' knowed his neck must'a been out like a crane lookin' this, then that-a-way round the house.
"Belle! It ain't no use pretendin' ya ain't in here when the house be wide open like this. Holler hello, woan'cha'? "
HELLO! I snapped.
Jasper shuffled on in the house proper an' leaned round the dinin' room door.
"Is ya' busy, Belle?"
I din't look up, "Well, Jasper, iffin' this ain't me busy at this computer, who is it?"
He came an' hovered over mah shoulder', readin' what I'se typin', till I finished and sat back in the chair.
His eyes grew wide. He drew back, suckin' in his breath till he whistled, then peered close again at the screen.
"Oh LAWD! , Belle, oh darlin' we gotta git you outa the house afore they come fer ya! Oh jeeeeepers! Aw no, this ain't right, Honey, we's gonna hep ya'.
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