Editorial Reviews. From Publishers Weekly. Starred Review. Four peerless actors render an Kindle Store · Kindle eBooks · Literature & Fiction. Aibileen is a black maid in Jackson, Mississippi, who’s always taken orders quietly, but lately she’s unable to hold her bitterness back. Her friend Minny has never held her tongue but now must somehow keep secrets about her employer that leave her speechless. Kathryn Stockett. Kathryn Stockett. Penguin Books Ltd, 80 Strand, London WC2R 0RL, England. Miss Leefolt, she look terrified a her own child.
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He was tired. It was raining. He slip off the loading dock, fel down on the drive. By the time I found out, he was dead. That was the day my whole world went black.
Air look black, sun look black. I laid up in bed and stared at the black wal s a my house. Minny came ever day to make sure I was stil breathing, feed me food to keep me living. Took three months fore I even look out the window, see if the world stil there. Five months after the funeral, I lifted myself up out a bed.
I put on my white uniform and put my little gold cross back around my neck and I went to wait on Miss Leefolt cause she just have her baby girl. A bitter seed was planted inside a me. Every fourth Wednesday a the month. A course I already got everthing ready to go—made the chicken salad this morning, ironed the tablecloths yesterday.
Miss Leefolt seen me at it too.
She already got the blue dress on I ironed this morning, the one with sixty-five pleats on the waist, so tiny I got to squint through my glasses to iron. Set out the good crystal, put the silver service out. We set at the dining room table. Put a cloth on top to cover the big L-shaped crack, move that red flower centerpiece to the sideboard to hide where the wood al scratched.
Miss Leefolt, she like it fancy when she do a luncheon.
Maybe she trying to make up for her house being smal. The dining room and the regular living room kind a join up. Only two bathrooms, which is a relief cause I worked in houses where they was five or six. Take a whole day just to clean toilets.
I done raised seventeen kids in my lifetime. I know how to get them babies to sleep, stop crying, and go in the toilet bowl before they mamas even get out a bed in the morning.
Miss Leefolt, she look terrified a her own child. That was my first hint: So I took that pink, screaming baby in my arms. I seen plenty a womens get the baby blues after they done birthing.
Her legs is so spindly, she look like she done growed em last week. Twenty-three years old and she lanky as a fourteen-year-old boy. Even her hair is thin, brown, see-through.
She try to tease it up, but it only make it look thinner. Her face be the same shape as that red devil on the redhot candy box, pointy chin and al. Babies like fat.
Like to bury they face up in you armpit and go to sleep. They like big fat legs too. That I know. By the time she a year old, Mae Mobley fol owing me around everwhere I go. Mae Mobley two years old now. She got big brown eyes and honey-color curls. But the bald spot in the back of her hair kind a throw things off.
She get the same wrinkle between her eyebrows when she worried, like her mama. They kind a favor except Mae Mobley so fat. I think it bother Miss Leefolt, but Mae Mobley my special baby.
He was twenty-four years old. He had him a little apartment over on Foley Street. Seeing a real nice girl name Frances and I spec they was gone get married, but he was slow bout things like that.
Not cause he looking for something better, just cause he the thinking kind. Wore big glasses and reading al the time. He even start writing his own book, bout being a colored man living and working in Mississippi.
Law, that made me proud. But one night he working late at the Scanlon-Taylor mil , lugging two-by-fours to the truck, splinters slicing al the way through the glove. He too smal for that kind a work, too skinny, but he needed the job. He was tired. It was raining.
He slip off the loading dock, fel down on the drive.
By the time I found out, he was dead. That was the day my whole world went black. Air look black, sun look black. I laid up in bed and stared at the black wal s a my house. Minny came ever day to make sure I was stil breathing, feed me food to keep me living.
Took three months fore I even look out the window, see if the world stil there.