”There may be some hard times ahead,” Reverend Johnson say to me. “If it comes to that, the Church will help you in every way.”
I cry and cry right there in front a everbody. I look over at Minny, and she laughing. Funny how people show they feelings in different ways. I wonder what Miss Skeeter would do if she was here and it kind a makes me sad. I know ain’t nobody in town gone sign a book for her and tell her she brave. Ain’t nobody gone tell her they look after her.
Then the Reverend hands me a box, wrapped in white paper, tied with light blue ribbon, same colors as the book. He lays his hand on it as a blessing. “This one, this is for the white lady. You tell her we love her, like she’s our own family.
The Help by Kathryn Stockett