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“A man ain’t nothing but a man,” said Baby Suggs. “But a son? Well now, that’s somebody.”
Wonder what God had in mind. You must of did something. Don’t run off nowhere now.”
“Everything depends on knowing how much,” she said, and “Good is knowing when to stop.”
Ella wrapped a cloth strip tight around the baby’s navel as she listened for the holes—the things the fugitives did not say; the questions they did not ask.
“That way,” he said, pointing. “Follow the tree flowers,” he said. “Only the tree flowers. As they go, you go. You will be where you want to be when they are gone.”
to get to a place where you could love anything you chose—not to need permission for desire—well now, that was freedom.
