REFER TO GREY: Contemplations by Robert Greigos © 2007-2024

Now that there is one diff'cult woman.

Some folks, you know, got perfe't pitch. They always knows what note they is singing and they always know what note you is tryin' to sing, but ain't. Well Miss Ivers, there, is like that, but wif everythin'. An' I mean everythin'.

Let's say you is jus' come into this here room. Well, Miss Ivers ain't but got to take one look at you 'fore she can tell those clothes you is wearin' are the wrong size. And that ain't it. She sees you got 'em buttoned wrong, the style ain't 'propriate for the occasion, and those colors don't go wif your hair, your eyes, your complexion, or your shoes. 'Ccording to her, you is a mess. Besides all that, Miss Ivers don't mind tellin' you, you is late.

Yep, that there is one diff'cult woman. An' that ain't no bull.