#620 Talkin Bout Sonny- Toni Cade Bambara
Betty and Delauney are sitting at a bar talking about Sonny. Sonny just killed his wife and didn’t seem all that upset about it. His only response was “Something came over me.” Betty was appalled by the act and his reaction, but Delauney wouldn’t make a judgment saying that maybe he understood getting that angry feeling.
“I can wake up, not thinking anything in particular, and all of a sudden it’s on me. A cloud of evil. A fit of nastiness takes over. Next thing you know I’m doing dirty to everybody and giving out to the malevolent looks…Like sometimes, I just hate all people, that’s all.”
Betty starts to get worried that she is with an insensitive man that can let something so horrible go without being upset by it. Then she realizes maybe she isn’t the purest flower in in the vase: “They weren’t my kids for crying out loud. He wasn’t my father. And I wasn’t Florence Nightingale.”
The argument goes on, and I’m pretty sure he lost her—as he loses the bartender and the reader—when he suggests that maybe the murdered woman deserved it.
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