"There! All done! See, without a curling iron too!" Mrs. Jones was so excited about the way my hair turned out."I love it! Thank you so much Mrs. Jone...! I think I could even do this myself, with a little practice"! I said while turning my head back and forth in front of the mirror.She then did Donna's hair and when she offered to do Janet's, she declined, telling Mrs. Jones she liked to do it herself."I really do like doing my own hair. Ask my Mom, she'll tell you all the time I spend playing. .. please stop," Tim cried out pitifully. Now really worked up Toby again clamped down and Tim was reduced to a whimpering wreck, jerking in Antwaun's iron grip on his head. Antwaun let go of the subdued Tim and said to Latisha, "Toss me that knife."Waving it in front of Tim's face, the old man growled, "OK white boy, you gonna do like we tells you or maybe we cut your dick off, and then mark up them women. Understand?" Hunched over with Toby maintaining a firm grip on his sack, Tim looked up. She dreaded tomorrow, she had always been afraid of rest homes.SATURDAY MORNING 5-14-11Baker's point was named after one of the first settlers in the area, and the family owned the land at one time. The state had owned it for forty years, developing a park and campground.There was hiking, swimming, boating, and especially fishing.It was an actual point, a sheer knob of granite that extended out from the mountains into a point less than three feet wide. From there it dropped off ninety feet,. His sister was the first orange-haired Negro I had ever seen. She had freckles on her face and arms, light-colored eyes, and very curly reddish hair, not dark like Ginny's but kind of carrot-colored. Her name was Arabella, but her brother called her "Bell," and she was as slight and dainty a woman as her older brother was big and burly. When I got rations, I almost always took whatever it was to her fire, and she added it to her iron pot and did more and better with that poor food than I could.