"Zora, don't you come here and tell de biggest lie first thing. "Aw shucks," exclaimed George Thomas doubtfully. "Yeah, those same ones about Ole Massa, and colored folks in heaven, and-oh, y'all know the kind I mean." "What you mean, Zora, them big old lies we tell when we're jus' sittin' around here on the store porch doin' nothin'?" asked B. "Nope, Ah come to collect some old stories and tales and Ah know y'all know a plenty of 'em and that's why Ah headed straight for home." "Hello, heart-string," Mayor Hiram Lester yelled as he hurried up the street. Their house stands under the huge camphor tree on the front street. Armetta Jones, an intimate friend of mine since childhood and Ellis was her husband. Moseley said, "Well, if it ain't Zora Hurston!" Then everybody crowded around the car to help greet me. They looked up from the game and for a moment it looked as if they had forgotten me. "Hello, boys," I hailed them as I went into neutral. All of those who were not actually playing were giving advice-"bet straightening" they call it. Moseley and "Seaboard." Deep in a game of Florida-flip. Yes, there was George Thomas, Calvin Daniels, Jack and Charlie Jones, Gene Brazzle, B. So I drove on down there before I stopped. As I crossed the Maitland-Eatonville township line I could see a group on the store porch.
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