Unveiling

Course, plots endure. They’ll outlast you t’ll the last day when them seals crack op’n. Ceilin’s a-gonna crash in like a cliff made o’earth… Ask Ole Johnny & Zeke, Remy too, they’ll tell you what. Last dusk is a-comin’ to that there whorehouse by th’red light, not too soon neithah. Yessir. Now don’t be lookin’ at me like that, uh-uh, not that half-asleep look; you lissen hyah. Who are you anyway? Hell, what ain’t you? Tell you what, you ain’t no busybody - busybody woulda raked them leaves. Maybe yo daddy was some pile o’leaves that didn’t wanna get raked.