The girl, the young fool’s woman– she didn’t know nothing and she couldn’t do nothing, but she would work, he’d give her that much Haul them buckets, sling them bales, just like a man, better’n a man if you look at what they got for men round here anymore. If she didn’t know nothing to do, she’d find something to do and get all in your hair or climb up your heels like now. She’d make it up as she go along In the hole in her head where experience would have stacked up, if she had any experience, that’s where she must find ’em, her chucklehead ideas.
from The Lord of Misrule, a novel by Jaimy Gordon. It won the National Book Award for fiction.