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Creative Writing: Educating Rita

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Rita was a black girl, black as ebony, man oh man, the Queen of Africa Pervis found waiting in line for work. He said to her, “You’re on the dodge, aren’cha? You know how to pick this stuff? Don’t matter. You cook?” Rita said, “What you have in mind?” She was his maid and cooked all right, mostly Mex. Pervis paid her a hundred dollars a day every day at supper. A time came, he said, “How much you have in the suitcase? The one in your closet?” He thought about it and said, “Jesus Christ, you must have a hunnert thousand easy.” “A hundred and five,” Rita said. “But it ain’t in the suitcase.” “You leavin me?” “I got to get into something, put the whole thing into weed you let me have cheap cause we in each other’s hearts. Least once a week …show more content…

You catch anybody growing weed on their own without my say, snap a varmint trap to their foot and fire ’em.” Bob Valdez ed a willow root straw close on his eyes in the afternoon sun. He wore a .44 revolver holstered on his hip and liked to stand around the yard with his thumbs hooked in his gun belt and make remarks to girls in the crew. He liked that hot-lookin black girl, Pervis’s housemaid, and would stop by there when he knew Pervis was at his store. Rita would tell him, “Mister ain’t here.” Told him every time he pulled up in his ATV making a racket. A few days ago she said, “Bob, you want to me, huh? Mister finds out you come by, he can have your deported.” “Hell you talkin about?” Bob said. “I’m as American as Daniel Boone, born here in Kaintuck.” “You gonna die here he finds out you messing with his maid.” “You kiddin me?” Bob said. “Mister’s not once ever tried yellin at me. He knows better.” “He never raises his voice to anybody,” Rita said, “cause he don’t have to.” This time Pervis came by to tell Bob, “I want you to do something for me.” “I’m your man,” Bob said. “A U.S. marshal come to see me name of Raylan Givens. You know which one I …show more content…

Pervis said, “In this part of the United States of America, I got enormous pull. Way more’n your Taco Mafia. I got judges doin favors for me and state troopers among my best friends. I call ’em down on you, you’re in jail inside an hour. Bob, you get smart with me again, that’s how we’ll play it.” Bob said, “Hey, come on,” managing a grin. “I was jus kiddin around with you.” Pervis said, “Keep this marshal away from my boys or I’ll hire somebody knows how.” He got in his blown Ford V8 and blew away. Chapter Three Coming out of the Huddle House Art said, “Medical schools use ten thousand cadavers a year. All over the world there’s a need for body parts.” “Then why’d these guys,” Raylan said, “only take Angel’s kidneys? Turn around and sell ’em back to him the same day. Maybe this is a new way to work it. They don’t have to store the body and wait for buyers.” “That takes a lot of planning, pickin out the victims,” Art said. “I don’t see these jitterbugs have the patience. Angel’s ready to make a deal, he’ll come up with the money. You come along and tell him he doesn’t have to.” “What else am I gonna promise him? But what do these dumbbells know about the business of selling

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