Well, Addie is a-dyin' and Dewey Dell is a-fannin' her as she lays there, of no use to a body as she slips this mortal coil, God willin. Cash is purt near done with her coffin--shows her every board and waits for her approval before he cuts them to size. Sittin' and waiting does make a body tired--too tired to hold my head up, let alone shuffle in to see how she is a-doin. That gal's been nothin but a trouble to me since we was hitched. She's sure takin' a long time to die, and it's a good thing, as Darl and Jewel need to haul a load of lumber a piece. Don't want to have her die without the pleasure of her whole family around her as goes up the river to meet her maker. Guess we'll be headn to Jefferson for too long; I promised her I'd take her home when she goes. While we're in Jefferson, I kin get them teeth and meet the new Mrs. Bundren.
Anse, my words before Addie died.