She called in her soul to come and see.

their eyes were watching God.

Six eyes were questioning God.

A big burst of thunder and lightning that trampled over the roof of the house. So Tea Cake and Motor stopped playing.

Gabriel

nor did the things of death reach inside to disturb her calm.

Finish. End. Nevermore. Darkness. Deep hole. Dissolution. Eternity.

Then thought about herself. Years ago, she had told her girl self to wait for her in the looking glass. It had been a long time since she had remembered. Perhaps she’d better look. She went over to the dresser and looked hard at her skin and features. The young girl was gone, but a handsome woman had taken her place. She tore off the kerchief from her head and let down her plentiful hair. The weight, the length, the glory was there. She took careful stock of herself, then combed her hair and tied it back up again. Then she starched and ironed her face, forming it into just what people wanted to see, and opened up the window and cried, “Come heah people! Jody is dead. Mah husband is gone from me.”

Poor Joe!