human
Him and her, the boy had whispered, hugging his bruised and dirty knees as he squatted by Jude's door;
gpt
Him and her--who?
human
Joyce and Mr. Gaston. Him and her is beaux, I reckon. She goes to his shack; I listened outside the winder once--he reads to her and tells her things. They walks in the Long Medder, too, and once I saw him kiss her.