Why you laugh? I ast. I don’t think it so funny. What you expect him to look like, Mr. _____ ? That wouldn’t be no improvement, she say. Then she tell me this old white man is the same God she used to see when she prayed. If you wait to find God in church, Celie, she say, that’s who is bound to show up, cause that’s where he live. How come? I ast. Cause that’s the one that’s in the white folks’ white bible. Shug! I say. God wrote the bible, white folks had nothing to do with it. How come he look just like them, then? she say. Only bigger? And a heap more hair. How come the bible just like
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