God, the world was full of beautiful boys in 1921. The sun heated them and the moon slid down their backs. They hung out of attic windows, rode on car fenders, delivered the coal, moved into Medallion and moved out, visited cousins, plowed, hoisted, lounged on the church steps, careened on the school playground. Scott’s twins-and Ajax had a whole flock of younger brothers. P., Paul Freeman and his brother Jake, Mrs.
Jesus, there were some beautiful boys in 1921! Look like the whole world was bursting at the seams with them. So different from the way she remembered them forty years ago. They were so different, these young people. Maybe, she thought, they had gone off and seeded the land and growed up in these young people in the dime store with the cash-register keys around their necks. The young people had a look about them that everybody said was new but which reminded Nel of the deweys, whom nobody had ever found. And a colored man taught mathematics at the junior high school. You could go downtown and see colored people working in the dime store behind the counters, even handling money with cash-register keys around their necks.
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