Bud, Not Buddy by Christopher Paul Curtis

Author:Christopher Paul Curtis [Curtis, Christopher Paul]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
Tags: 20th Century, Juvenile Fiction, United States, Historical, Boys & Men, African American, People & Places
ISBN: 9780385729956
Google: ongYdoSU3R0C
Amazon: 0440413281
Publisher: Laurel Leaf
Published: 2001-11-13T16:11:16+00:00

“Mommy says no

Mommy says no,

I listen, you don’t,

Wha-ha-ha-ha.

The building falls down,

The building falls down,

You get crushed, I don’t

Wha-ha-ha-ha.”

Boy. That was about the worst song I’d ever heard. Kim stood up and bowed like a princess.

I clapped my hands together kind of soft under the table.

She said, “Thank you very much.”

Scott just shook his head.

Kim said, “OK, that’s my part of the deal, now you’ve got to keep your part and answer any question I ask.”

“Now you can tell me all about how your mother died.”

Scott’s foot kicked at her under the table.

I said, “Who told you my momma died?”

The little girl said, “Oops,” and stuffed something from her hand into her mouth.

“My momma got sick. She died real fast. She didn’t feel no pain or no suffering.”

Kim said, “I hope my mother never dies.”

Scott said, “Stupid, everybody’s got to die.”

Kim said, “Ooh, I’m telling Momma you called me stupid.”

He said, “You do and I’ll tell her that you’ve got one of those pancakes in the pocket of your dress.”

She shut right up.

I told her, “He’s right, everybody’s got to die. It’s not sad unless they do it real slow and suffer. My momma died so quick and painless that she didn’t even have time to close her eyes, she didn’t even have time to make a face like she was hurting.”

Both of Lefty Lewis’s grandkids looked real surprised at this news.

Mrs. Sleet came into the room with another blue plate, covered with little round pieces of meat. Those had to be the sausages.

She saw the way her kids were looking at me with their mouths half opened and said, “Now you two aren’t talking Bud’s ear off, are you?”

Scott said, “No, Momma, I’m not, but Kim’s coming real close to.”

Kim said, “I was not, I was just making pleasant conversation.”

Mrs. Sleet laughed and set the plate on the table right in front of me.

Lefty Lewis came out with a big glass jug filled with orange juice and sat down next to me.

Mrs. Sleet sat down and said, “Scott and Kim, would you say the grace, please?”

Everyone ducked their heads down and the two kids said,

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