It had been a week and the white girl, Lily, and the Negro woman, Rosaleen, were still here. I knew something wasn’t right about her, and she was probably lying about her story. Plus her uncanny appearance to Deborah was especially noticeable; there’s no way Lily wasn’t Deborah’s child. I walked towards the back porch of the house to get help clear my mind when I saw August standing on the porch watching the night sky. I opened the door to our porch and stood next to August, thinking it’s about time to tell August about it being time for Lily to leave., “I think it’s time for Lily and Rosaleen to leave,” I said. Astonishingly, August made no response. She didn’t even look unnerved by what I said, moreover she looked slightly miffed. So with a little bit more conviction I said to her, “ You know she’s lying.” …show more content…
’ As if she heard my thoughts she continued saying, “But they’re in some kind of trouble and need a place to stay. Who’s gonna take them in if we don’t — a white girl and a Negro woman? Nobody around here.” Then she paused, most likely for a dramatic effect that she always affects when expressing her viewpoints. What August said was true. No one was going to be welcoming to a white girl and a Negro woman. However, I did not appreciate her white-presence in the house. The mere thought of her living here was revolting. Perhaps if we’d told someone, they might’ve claimed her as part of their