The Help

by Kathryn Stockett

it’s a strange thing happening here cause nobody saying nothing and we still managing to have us a conversation.

The back door opens and there stands Miss Marilyn Monroe. Or something kin to her.

I always order the banned books from a black market dealer in California, figuring if the State of Mississippi banned them, they must be good.

Aibileen, she moves on to another job when the babies get too old and stop being color-blind.

It’s so hot, Mister Dunn’s rooster walks in my door and squats his red self right in front of my kitchen fan. I come in to find him looking at me like I ain’t moving nowhere, lady.

But I do not know what to tell myself. Stuart needs “space” and “time,” as if this were physics and not a human relationship.