“Do you know how I spent the night after he hit me?” Junie says. “On a straw mat, in a stranger’s home. I didn’t have any ice, nobody to fix a fire for me. You never saw about me, not once. And now I’m supposed to be your friend?” “I thought you were my friend,” Violet says, tears starting to run down her cheeks. “My only friend.” “I ain’t your friend, Mrs. Taylor. And now, I ain’t sure that I ever was,” Junie says, her chest aching. “I was your maid. I washed your chamber pots and cleaned your clothes. I’m your property. It ain’t real love if you gotta own the person to keep ’em with you.
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