'T' MATER GRAVY Seven Days A Week and Twice On Sunday

I watched in fascination as ole Granny began to  shuffle the cards.  I was now fully awake now,  at this set of circumstances..  She handed M. E. the deck,  and told her to choose twelve cards .  Don’t look at them now cause it’s bad luck, Granny told her.   M. E. chose  twelve at random from the deck,  and handed them face down to Granny.

 I  watched in fascination as Granny place the 12 cards in a row on the table top.     How you gonna read em face down,  M.E asked her?   I’ll turn over each card one by one and then I read em, she replied.   Now at’s what yore fortune’s gonna be, she told M. E.   Oh my Lord, exclaimed Granny.   I see good,  and I see bad,   she added..  Please tell me the good,   I don’t think I want to know the bad M. E., told her.   Well now!   I see this good looking young army feller, with a mustache  as black as Marcus’s eyebrows.   M. E. looked at me and smiled.    M. E. told Granny to please tell her more.  Ya’ll gonna git married.      Whut do you think of at Mary Elizabeth?  When Granny when?  Not right away.   Maybe like six years or more, added ole Granny.  Oh Granny,  that long?   Are you sure?.     I can only tell you what I see in the cards M. E.  Aw shucks,   I thought it would have been a lot sooner, replied M. E. with a disappointed look on her face.  I think at’s enuff fer tonight, said Granny.  But what about the bad thing Granny?   You said you didn’t want to hear that, Granny told her.  I change my mind Granny, so I’d like to know.  Maybe later after we’ve all had some rest, I might tell you the rest,  Granny told her.   No!   I want to know rat now this very minute Granny.  Might’s well tell ya. Because   you won’t let me rest atall  til I do, Granny told her.  I hate to tell you this.   But you said you wanted to know M. E.    I see a death in your fambly.  Oh Lord no!   You sure Granny?   Plain as day.    Who is it? Daddy, Mama, Darlene or me?  It’s not you M. E.  Then who Granny who?  I don’t know.   I just know there’s gonna be a death in your fambly, at’s all.  Do you know when?  It’s will happen fore you git married to at army feller.  Lord have mercy!   I don’t know what to believe moaned M. E.  M. E. asked Granny about the possibility of her (Granny) being wrong.  Well!  I have to tell you M. E.  I’ve never been wrong in the past.  Just maybe this is the first I was totally wrong, added Granny.  Well!  I certainly hope so, replied M. E.

Well now!   Ya’ll got me going, who’s next fer their fortune, asked ole Granny.  How about you Athena?  No, after whut you just  told M. E., just leave me out.  Oh,   I know.   Tell Marcus his fortune Granny, said M. E.  with a big smile.