Books [Lula Demry]
In a few moments, stooped and holding her hip as if in pain, Lula Demry bobbled into the scantily furnished room, dressed in a faded gray and black bathrobe. She was a tall, thin woman, her skin sallow and badly wrinkled, while her few strands of straight brown hair were screwed in a tiny knot on the tiptop of her head. But in her dark brown eyes, there gleamed an expression of intense interest in life.
“Good morning, child. Well, I never would've known you on this earth, you've changed up so much of a late. Why, I ain't getting along none the best these days. I've this here high blood, trouble with my kidneys, and the old malaria fever - have just about gone to pieces all over. Can't hear, see, nor smell nothing. Oh, Lord, I'm in a awful fix. Can't go to see my neighbors and I want to go so bad.