"Gimme one of um, Mr Jason," he says.
"I'll sell you one," I says. "How about it?"
"I aint got no money," he says.
"That's too bad," I says.
I made to go out.
"Gimme one of um, Mr Jason," he says. "You aint gwine need um bofe."
"Hush yo motif," Dilsey says. "dont you know he aint gwine give nothin away?"
"How much you want fer hit?" he says.
"Five cents," I says.
"I aint got dat much," he says.
"How much you got?" I says.
"I aint got nothin," he says.
"All right," I says.
I went on.
"Mr Jason," he says.
"Whyn't you hush up?" Dilsey says. "He jes teasin you.
He fixin to use dem tickets hisself.
Go on, Jason, and let him lone."
"I dont want them," I says. I came back to the stove. "I came in here to burn them up.
But if you want to buy one for a nickel?" I says, looking at him and opening the stove lid.
"I aint got dat much," he says.
"All right," I says.
I dropped one of them in the stove.
"You, Jason," Dilsey says. "Aint you shamed?"
"Mr Jason," he says. "Please, suh.
I'll fix dem tires ev'y day fer a mont."
"I need the cash," I says. "You can have it for a nickel."
"Hush, Luster," Dilsey says. She jerked him back. "Go on," she says. "Drop hit in. Go on.
Git hit over with."
"You can have it for a nickel," I says.
"Go on," Dilsey says. "He aint got no nickel.
Go on.
Drop hit in."
"All right," I says.
I dropped it in and Dilsey shut the stove.
"A big growed man like you," she says. "Git on outen my kitchen.
Hush," she says to Luster. "Dont you git Benjy started.
I'll git you a quarter fum Frony tonight and you kin go tomorrow night.
Hush up, now."
I went on into the living room.
I couldn't hear anything from upstairs.
I opened the paper.
After a while Ben and Luster came in.
Ben went to the dark place on the wall where the mirror used to be, rubbing his hands on it and slobbering and moaning.
Luster begun punching at the fire.
"What're you doing?" I says. "We dont need any fire tonight."
"I tryin to keep him quiet," he says. "Hit always cold Easter," he says.
"Only this is not Easter," I says. "Let it alone."
He put the poker back and got the cushion out of Mother's chair and gave it to Ben, and he hunkered down in front of the fireplace and got quiet.
I read the paper.