Frank and Mrs. Cahill

By PT Armstrong

This story is written as fiction but is based on facts. White women always wanted to know about the forbidden fruit even if it got them killed or banned from the white race. White men created a law that made it a crime for a black man to marry or have sex with a white woman, which meant death to the black man in the South. In some cases, it meant death to the white woman as well. These laws did not apply to themselves. Black women felt honored to serve white men whenever they wanted them. It made their lives much easier, even to this very day. Mrs. Cahill risked a lot to enjoy that feeling that came not from her husband. Mr. Cahill learned to trust his ole darky because he was damn good to have around to take care of his place but did not know that the darky was taking care of his wife as well. Blacks and whiteswe are not that much different. We will risk our lives to get that feeling from that forbidden fruit.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Dec 26, 2013
• ISBN: 9781493153886

PT Armstrong

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This story is centered on Frank Mayberry and Nancy Cahill during the 1940s.

F rank, a Negro handyman, was looking for work all day. Just as he was about to call it a day, he saw this road that led to a large estate. He decided to drive his old pickup truck down the road to check things out. As he got closer, he saw a large house. He said, Man, what a fine-looking place. They must be some rich white folks who live here. He saw that when he drove his old truck through this large gate, two Doberman dogs were barking when he drove around back. He was afraid to get out of his truck because of the dogs.

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This white lady stepped from the back door. She spoke to the dogs, and they stopped barking. Frank took off his hat and said, Evening, ma’am, I’m a-wondering if you need some help round here? I can do just about most anythang.

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She put her hand up to shade her eyes. What is your name? she asked.

I’m called Frank, ma’am.

Pleased to meet ya, Frank. My name is Nancy Cahill.

Frank said, Yessum, please to meet you likewise.

What is your full name, Frank?

Yessum. Frank Mayberry, ma’am.

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