The Help

by Kathryn Stockett

“Ugly live up on the inside. Ugly be a hurtful, mean person. Is you one a them peoples?” “I don’t know. I don’t think so,” I sobbed.

All my life I’d been told what to believe about politics, coloreds, being a girl. But with Constantine’s thumb pressed in my hand, I realized I actually had a choice in what I could believe.

I always thought insanity would be a dark, bitter feeling, but it is drenching and delicious if you really roll around in it.