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A review by axmed
Black Betty by Walter Mosley
3.75
“Oh, no,” she said. “Never go to the police.”
Renee had no butt to speak of, though she moved like she did.
Some light-colored people felt that it was their duty to the future generation to marry somebody as light as they were—or lighter.
She was trying to help my friend as if she were some kind of liberal but her attitudes were straight out of the plantation.
“That’s some girl you sent me, Easy. LaMarque’s nose open so wide it’s like t’bust.”
“She just a girl.”“A girl who know where her pussy is.” Etta always spoke her mind. That’s one of the ten thousand reasons I loved her.
“Could you handle it?”
“Hell yeah. I been knowin’ where my pussy is so long it might be gettin’ time to move.”
Renee had no butt to speak of, though she moved like she did.
Some light-colored people felt that it was their duty to the future generation to marry somebody as light as they were—or lighter.
She was trying to help my friend as if she were some kind of liberal but her attitudes were straight out of the plantation.
“That’s some girl you sent me, Easy. LaMarque’s nose open so wide it’s like t’bust.”
“She just a girl.”“A girl who know where her pussy is.” Etta always spoke her mind. That’s one of the ten thousand reasons I loved her.
“Could you handle it?”
“Hell yeah. I been knowin’ where my pussy is so long it might be gettin’ time to move.”