"For a used-to-be-slave woman to love anything that much was dangerous, especially if it was her children she had settled on to love. The best thing, he knew, was to love just a bit; everything, just a bit, so when they broke its back, or shoved it in a croaker sack, well, maybe you'd have a little love left over for the next one. " p. 54
— Dec 22, 2023 03:02PM
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