William. (18 words, this is true.) Mas'ers can do that. (4 words) But Mas' Henley will never make me b'lieve what I know aine so. (13 words, you're only seeing half the truth because you are bias.)
"Now, you listen to me," he say, pointin' his finger in Aunt Tee's face. (14 words)
"I don't want you holdin' what happened to Uncle Heb against me, you hear? (14 words) That old man just died. (5 words, she already knew that)
I didn't kill him." (4 words, she is wisest enough that and figure that out for herself.)

Aunt Tee looked at her master long and hard — like she was lookin' at him for the first time. (19 words.)
"You aine got to worry, I won't poison you.
I aine that low-down and ornery." (15 words, that is a lot of strength and forgiveness Aunt Tee displays here. She is never one to hold grudge.)
Rufus tells us to hate the sin and not the sinner. (11 words, this one is something I will quote, Skylights, because it is so true Skylights.)
I hate slavery so bad, it's mighty hard sometimes not to hate the slave masters — men like Mas' Henley. (19 words, very true, easier to hate people than to not hate them as much as you do.)

64: 86th diary entry annotated.
Sunrise Tuesday

We held Uncle Heb's funeral this mornin' when it was mornin' but not yet day. (15 words)
'Fore we had to go to the fields and to the kitchen, we stopped to say farewell to Uncle Heb. (20 words)
He was like a lovin' grandfather to me. (8 words)

Women from the Quarters came last night and helped Aunt Tee get Uncle Heb's body ready for burial. (18 words, so glad they came to help.) The men folk went to the cemetery to dig the grave. (11 words) All the folks from the Quarters came and we sat and sang and prayed. (14 words) Rufus talked 'bout the peace of death — no more sufferin' — no more pain. (13 words)
I fanned Uncle Heb's body, keepin' the flies away — up and down, up and down. (15 words, be glad we have our funeral services inside before they are buried outside nobody wants to be that close to a dead body nowadays.)
Then I dared to touch him. (6 words, braver than most girls.) I'd never touched a dead person 'fore and I knew it would be scary, but it wasn't. (17 words) Po' Uncle Heb. He felt hard and cold. (8 words) Not like him. (3 words) The him that used to be Uncle Heb had flew up to heaven. (13 words, flew isn't quite the right word, our souls do separate but they go straight to be wherever God is, and our bodies will reunite with that soul one day and be cleansed of impurity.)
At the time when Aunt Tee say she was ready, we wrapped him in a clean white sheet and put him in a cart and carried him to the plantation cemetery where all Miz Lilly's people are buried — her father and mother and grandfather. (44 words)
Miz Lilly came — had nerve enough to cry. (9 words, she knew Heb better and longer than anyone of course she'd show up and cry.)
Mas' Henley didn't even bother to show up. ( 8 words, I think the reason he didn't show up because he's embarrassed that he might have hurt his wife's feelings, not because he didn't care about the funeral that was going on. Miz Lilly was probably hurting really real good over this incident as Hince was with the death of Dancer.)
How could anybody think we were lucky livin' close to people like them? (13 words, there you are going off being bias again, Clotee when somethings literally are suggesting otherwise, honestly.)
One sweet song — (3 words)

Still by the river,
Waitin' for my Savior
To come for me.

Goin' home, goin' home
To be with God.

Rufus spoke kindly over Uncle Heb, sayin' how good he was and how he had lived. (16 words.)
I could feel the hot tears behind my eyes, thinkin' all the while that Uncle Heb would still be alive if Mas' Henley hadn't killed him. (25 words, we know the shock is what killed Heb not the Master; Clotee is blinded and biased by her own shade of grief.)
Aunt Tee just looked off into space — thinkin' her own thoughts — never once cryin'. (14 words.) She had cried dry. (4 words)
Hince took it real hard. (5 words)
Uncle Heb had been like a grandfather to him, too — all of us, really. (14 words)
Spicy did what she could to comfort us, even though she had her own sorrow to bear. (17 words)
Everybody kept sayin' Uncle Heb was free at last. (9 words)
Why do we have to die to be free? (9 words, most people don't believe or won't believe in death existing until it is too late to try to live and be free.)
Why can't we be free and live? (Most people refuse to act of the chance of living and being free.)

65: 87th diary entry annotated.
Wednesday
For the first time as long as I can remember, Aunt Tee didn't fix fried chicken and whipped potatoes today. (20 words)
I wasn't the onlyest person to notice it, either. (9 words, a sure sign of warning things on the plantation would change drastically from the author herself.)