“Nanee, tell we another jumbie story.”
“You see that Conversation Tree?”
“If you notice…all the accident out there always happen only between that stretch by the tree and the road by Bel Air gas station. You know why?”
“Why nanee, why?”
“Long, long ago, a pretty, pretty girl marry a young man who got plenty, plenty girl friend…all over the place he got girl friend.
Even wedding no stop he. On he wedding night he go out. Nobody no know where he gone. He just slip out while people eating and he gone.
The bride sit in she bedroom and she wait.
She mother-in-law bring food fo’ she. She no eat.
She sister-in-law, all o’ them come talk to she, them leave, and she wait.
The music stop. The guests them go home. The mother-in-law, father-in-law, all she sister and brother-in-law them all go sleep.
And she husband no come home.
She take off she sari. She take off she li’l bit o’ jewels…them wasn’t rich people. She take off she lipstick and so.
She put on she home clothes and open the door, and left the house to go look fo’ she husband.
She so upset, she no watch where she walk, and as she go to cross the road by Conversation Tree, car knock she down and kill she.
She still out there, looking fo’ she husband.
And every now and then, in revenge fo’ what he do, she does cause a accident and a man does dead.”