But after Mr. Evers got shot a week ago, lot a colored folk is frustrated in this town. Especially the younger ones, who ain't built up a callus yet.
I listened wide-eyed, stupid. Glowing by her voice in the dim light. If chocolate was a sound, it would've been Constantine's voice singing. If singing was a color, it would've been the color of that chocolate.
Lord, I never seen blue hair on a black woman before or since. Leroy say you look like a cracker from outer space.
That's all a grit is, a vehicle. For whatever it is you rather be eating.
But Lou Anne, she understood the point of the book before she even read it. The one who was missing the point this time was me.
I look deep into her rich brown eyes and she look into mine. Law, she got old-soul eyes, like she done lived a thousand years. And I swear I see, down inside, the woman she gone grow up to be. She is tall and straight. She is proud. She got a better haircut. And she is remembering the words I put in her head. Remembering as a full-grown woman.
Miss Leefolt sigh, hang up the phone like she just don't know how her brain gone operate without Miss Hilly coming over to push the Think buttons.
That's what I love about Aibileen, she can take the most complicated things in life and wrap them up so small and simple, they'll fit right in your pocket.
By the time she a year old Mae Mobley following me around everwhere I go….Miss Leefolt, she'd narrow up her eyes at me like I done something wrong, unhitch that crying baby off my foot. I reckon that's the risk you run, letting somebody else raise you chilluns
I may not remember my name or what country I live in, but you and that pie is something I will never forget.
Mississippi is like my mother. I am allowed to complain about her all I want, but God help the person who raises an ill word about her around me, unless she is their mother too.
The day your child says she hates you, and every child will go through the phase, it kicks like a foot in the stomach.
Eres buena, eres lista, eres importante.
I never once heard her say she gone leave Leroy, and Minny don't say things twice. When she do things, they done the first time.
Mother says she doesn't need the medication anymore, that the only cure for cancer is having a daughter who won't cut her hair and wears dresses too high above the knee even on a Sunday, because how knows what tackiness I'd do to myself if she died.
They say it's like true love, good help. You only get one in a lifetime.
Everyone knows how we white people feel, the glorified Mammy figure who dedicates her whole life to a white family. Margaret Mitchell covered that. But no one ever asked Mammy how she felt about it.
I nursed a worthless, pint drinker for twelve years and when my lazy, life-sucking, daddy finally died, I swore to God with tears in my eyes I'd never marry one. And then I did.
Mrs. Charlotte Phelan's Guide to Husband-Hunting, Rule Number One: a pretty, petite girl should accentuate with makeup and good posture. A tall plain one, with a trust fund.
This woman talk like she from so deep in the country she got corn growing in her shoes.
For four days straights, I sit at my typewriter in my bedroom. Twenty of my typed pages, full of slashes and red-circled edits, become thirty-one in thick Strathmore white.
I set her on her wooden baby seat so her little hiney don't fall in and soon as I turn my back, she off that pot running.
No one tells us, girls who don't go on dates, that remembering can be almost as good as what actually happens.
Wasn't that the point of the book? For women to realize, We are just two people. Not that much separates us. Not nearly as much as I'd thought.
Frying chicken always makes me feel a little better about life.
I tell myself that's what you get when you put thirty-one toilets on the most popular girl's front yard. People tend to treat you a little differently than before.
Only three things them ladies talk about: they kids, they clothes, and they friends. I hear the word Kennedy, I know they ain't discussing no politic. They talking about what Miss Jackie done wore on the tee-vee.
We must keep this a perfect secret.
Got to be the worst place in the world, inside a oven. You in here, you either cleaning or you getting cooked.
I tucked this away, afraid to admit how good it was to hear it.
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