She told me to call her ‘Baby G’. She came needing help for one of the children who “don’t have a good head” and told me her story. Long before, young, kinda pretty, unemployed and ‘out of doors’ (she didn’t like the way her mother’s new boyfriend followed her around), she had gone to where the fishing boats dock out west to beg some sprat or wenchman to cook.
There she met Charlie, who “look pon her a way” and soon started to “put question” to her. She found out two things about him. First, that he was a well-established fisherman, and next, that he had certain relations with most of the women on the beach and, it was said, with many others who seldom visited but were ‘connected’.