But Aunt Marjie was a quiet one. You can look at this photographic image and see a kind of firmness, a touch of sorrow, but also a touch of happiness. She was a sensible woman who knew how to enjoy herself. But she was not a fool.
I seldom talked with her. I usually sat with Mr. Mataka on the front porch, and she sat with her friends and sisters outside the kitchen door on the side of the house.