My favourite has to be the little girl Billie. Was this a book you wanted to listen to all in one sitting? Yes, I could easily have done so if I had more free time.premiermoneysource.com/wp-content/como-descobrir/2624.php
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Any additional comments? I thoroughly enjoyed this book, I found it very easy to read and I found myself engrossed in it. It is a bittersweet story about a lovely and precious little girl named Billie, who is being brought up by her dying single Mother and her Grandma.
This story is all about the path her brave mother takes to find someone to look after her daughter when she departs this world. She puts an add in a newspaper and when this particular person reads this advert she is intrigued and then a few shocks and revelations occur - without giving the game away things get resolved, that is all I will say. Written by: Elaine Hussey. Narrated by: Natalie Ross. Length: 10 hrs and 15 mins. Publisher's Summary An unforgettable story of two courageous women brought together by one extraordinary little girl Betty Jewel Hughes was once the hottest black jazz singer in Memphis.
More from the same Author The Oleander Sisters. What members say. No Reviews are Available. Sort by:. Most Helpful Most Recent. Jaye You hear? I hear. Yo mama's sleepin'. She grabbed the paper off the hall table, then tiptoed to her room. Now was her chance to read the comic strips before Mama and Queen separated the paper into a gazillion sections.
Beetle Bailey was her favorite, but she liked Dennis the Menace, too. He wasn't scared to try any adventure. She plopped onto the homemade quilt on top of her bed. Queen had let Billie pick her own design, and she'd picked Wedding Ring. Someday she planned on marrying and having four kids.
And you could bet your bottom dollar they'd have a daddy in the house, not some long-distance daddy you'd never seen and only heard about when the other kids in the neighborhood yelled things like prison brat and yo daddy ain't nothin but a jailbird. That was the main reason Billie had earned her quick-fisted reputation.
She didn't know if her daddy was in prison or not, and Queen and Mama wouldn't tell her. Either way, she wasn't about to let anybody say dirty rotten things about him. She thought the rocks had been dropped by angels. They were close to the place where Alice had been murdered. Everybody said angels kept watch over children who wandered up that way.
Billie knew it was true. She'd caught glimpses of their golden crowns and heard the flutter of their great white wings. She put the angel rocks in her lap, and then she opened the paper to the comic section. When she did, the scent of barbecue seeped under the windowsill, drifted along the floor and swirled up her legs. Billie's stomach lurched. It was one thing to have barbecue and blues in your house when there was a pile of ribs on the table and somebody in the corner with a blues harp in his mouth. But it was something else when Queen was making fried chicken, and there wasn't a rib or a harmonica in sight.
Lucy had said her mama was cooking chit'lins the night Peanut smelled dead Alice's barbecue. And look what happened to him. Billie's hand shook as she tore a page off the newspaper. She was cramming it under the windowsill when she spotted the date: July 23, Last week's paper. Queen probably had this week's edition in the kitchen with the recipes whacked out. As Billie hurried in that direction, trying to outrun the bad thing that wanted in, she heard voices from behind her mama's closed bedroom door. Billie's mama said something in reply, but she couldn't hear what it was. Billie tiptoed to the door and put her ear to the keyhole.
Not yet. I want to get it all settled first. There are no miracles for this kind of cancer. You might as well accept the truth. I'm dying. If she had been Lucy she'd have screamed. But what good would it do? Her lips trembling, she kept her ear pressed against the keyhole, but Mama and Queen had quit talking. There was the sound of shuffling and the bedsprings groaning. Queen was probably helping her mama up. Billie slid away from the door, but she wasn't fast enough. Queen towered behind her. That didn't stop the woman who could spot bad intentions a mile away and see a lie even before you told it.
Billie, what are you doing out here in the hall? He didn't take folks with little kids who wanted to grow up with a mama. He took people who were too old to get in their flower beds in the spring and plant their Canadians. Like Queen. There's no use ruining your appetite. Why would her mama die and leave her? She wanted to smash everything in sight. She had a peacemaker for her heart and rheumatiz in both hips, but you could bet she'd fight tigers before she'd allow any sass from the likes of little kids like Billie. If she didn't mind her p's and q's, Queen was going to catch on that she'd been listening at keyholes again.
You better tell yo mama you sorry fore I skins you alive. Something else is going on here. Outside she became a smooth, clear lake, not a ripple on the surface. Can I go outside now? Up close Billie could see her trembling hands and her hair falling out in patches. Her mama looked like something awful had grabbed a hold and was eating her piece by piece while Billie had been off paying no attention.
Queen might be the one with the switch, but Mama was the one with the bulldog attitude.
She never let anything go. Maybe if she held on long enough, she could transfer her strength to her mama. I just didn't know how. There's nothing else the doctors can do. It's not true! She climbed the ladder attached to the side, then sat in the green plastic lawn chair on top of the bus.
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She was in her own place now, high up in the sky. The fading rays of sun felt comforting, like God's eyes peering down through the oak leaves.
Alice wouldn't dare show up in a tree already occupied by God. Billie gazed upward where she imagined the Holy Face would be.
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What if God reached down and snatched her off the bus? She'd never get to see Queen and her mama again. Billie didn't want to be an orphan. Orphans didn't have mamas to plait their hair in cornrows and make sure they wore clean socks and remind them to say their prayers at night. Maybe God was punishing Billie for not minding her mama. And I won't tear my shorts and tell lies about hating my mama.
But please, don't take my mama. That's what He did in the Bible. Maybe it would be a rainbow. Billie looked up through the limbs of the oak tree, waiting. See All Customer Reviews.
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