"A nigger," I said. "With a log," I said, and Daddy leaned against the doorframe that Momma had vacated for him and he did not say no back and he did not say yes back either but just nodded at me up and down and just pondered for a time and when he guessed he knew how he'd get at it he said to me, "Come on," and we went together through the breakfast room to fetch Momma and to fetch Aunt Sister that had come by for a cake sliver and Daddy took his chair and Momma took hers and Aunt Sister got the one with the pillow in it and I brought in the straight hard one from the living room that mostly did not get sat in at all and it was Daddy that commenced with just who'd got stabbed and how come and whereabouts and it was Aunt Sister that said blood thing and Aunt Sister that said foolishness and it was Momma that wanted passion and wanted temperament and it was Daddy that said it for her but got told No sir back by Aunt Sister that said blood thing and that said foolishness and with two fingers Daddy drew out a Tareyton from his shirtpocket and laid the filter on his lip and with the same two fingers Daddy brought out a matchpack from alongside his chaircushion and he looked at Momma and he looked at me and he looked at Aunt Sister that had not quite got still and had not quite got quiet but commenced to directly and he tore out a match and struck it and used it and shook it out and looked again at Momma and again at me and again at Aunt Sister and he let out a portion of smoky breath through his nose and with the rest of it he told us, "Alright," that way he does sometimes.