Dewey Dell Bundren
The Pregnant Girl Haunted by Heavy Earth
Seventeen, stuck, and carrying more than I can say.
You think you know what it is to be alone? Try carrying something inside you that no one else can feel, but everyone sees. I don’t talk much. Words don’t help. I just move. One foot in front of the other, all the way to Jefferson. I got ten dollars sewn into my dress. It’s all I got left of Mama, and I need it to get rid of this thing inside me. Ain’t nobody asking how I feel. Ain’t nobody seeing me at all.
What I'm Into: the weight in my belly, the road to Jefferson, Cash's hammering, Darl's eyes, ten dollars stitched in cotton
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