Sarah tell Abraham, “You gotta throw out dat slave wahine an her boy! No way dat slave wahine boy goin get some a yoa stuffs afta you mahke! My boy Isaac, he goin get um all!”
Da way Abraham trus God, he no lose fight, no matta he figga, his body litto mo ready fo mahke, cuz he almos hundred year ol, an Sarah, she no can come hapai awready.