We each had a tin bucket of water and a glass on the night stand.
The sheets seemed clean.
It was very dark in there and cold, much the feeling of an apartment house cellar.
There was one small light bulb, unshaded.
Next to me was a huge man, he was old, in his mid fifties, but he was huge; although much of the hugeness was fat, he did give off the feeling of much strength.
He was strapped down in his bed.
He stared straight up and spoke to the ceiling.
and he was such a nice boy, such a clean nice boy, he needed the job, he said he needed the job, and I said, 'I like your looks, boy, we need a good fry cook, a good honest fry cook, and I can tell an honest face, boy, I can tell character, you work with me and my wife and you got a job here for life, boy-' and he said, 'All right, sir,' just like that he said it and he looked happy about getting' that job and I said, 'Martha, we got us a good boy here, a nice clean cut boy, he ain't gonna tap the till like the rest of those dirty sons of bitches.' Well, I went out and got a good buy on chickens, a real good buy on chickens.
Martha can do more things with a chick- en, she's got that magic touch with chicken.
Col. Sanders can't touch her with a 90 foot pole.
I went out and bought 20 chickens for that weekend.
