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  Don’t nobody come see us.

  She got sicker an sicker.

  Finally she ast Where it is?

  I say God took it.

  He took it. He took it while I was sleeping. Kilt it out there in the woods. Kill this one too, if he can.

  DEAR GOD,

  He act like he can’t stand me no more. Say I’m evil an always up to no good. He took my other little baby, a boy this time. But I don’t think he kilt it. I think he sold it to a man an his wife over Monticello. I got breasts full of milk running down myself. He say Why don’t you look decent? Put on something. But what I’m sposed to put on? I don’t have nothing.

  I keep hoping he fine somebody to marry. I see him looking at my little sister. She scared. But I say I’ll take care of you. With God help.

  DEAR GOD,

  He come home with a girl from round Gray. She be my age but they married. He be on her all the time. She walk round like she don’t know what hit her. I think she thought she love him. But he got so many of us. All needing somethin.

  My little sister Nettie is got a boyfriend in the same shape almost as Pa. His wife died. She was kilt by her boyfriend coming home from church. He got only three children though. He seen Nettie in church and now every Sunday evening here come Mr. _____. I tell Nettie to keep at her books. It be more then a notion taking care of children ain’t even yourn. And look what happen to Ma.

  DEAR GOD,

  He beat me today cause he say I winked at a boy in church. I may have got somethin in my eye but I didn’t wink. I don’t even look at mens. That’s the truth. I look at women, tho, cause I’m not scared of them. Maybe cause my mama cuss me you think I kept mad at her. But I ain’t. I felt sorry for mama. Trying to believe his story kilt her.

  Sometime he still be looking at Nettie, but I always git in his light. Now I tell her to marry Mr. _____. I don’t tell her why.

  I say Marry him, Nettie, an try to have one good year out your life. After that, I know she be big.

  But me, never again. A girl at church say you git big if you bleed every month. I don’t bleed no more.

  DEAR GOD,

  Mr. _____ finally come right out an ast for Nettie hand in marriage. But He won’t let her go. He say she too young, no experience. Say Mr. _____ got too many children already. Plus What about the scandal his wife cause when somebody kill her? And what about all this stuff he hear bout Shug Avery? What bout that?

  I ast our new mammy bout Shug Avery. What it is? I ast. She don’t know but she say she gon fine out.

  She do more then that. She git a picture. The first one of a real person I ever seen. She say Mr. _____ was taking somethin out his billfold to show Pa an it fell out an slid under the table. Shug Avery was a woman. The most beautiful woman I ever saw. She more pretty then my mama. She bout ten thousand times more prettier then me. I see her there in furs. Her face rouge. Her hair like somethin tail. She grinning with her foot up on somebody motocar. Her eyes serious tho. Sad some.

  I ast her to give me the picture. An all night long I stare at it. An now when I dream, I dream of Shug Avery. She be dress to kill, whirling and laughing.

  DEAR GOD,

  I ast him to take me instead of Nettie while our new mammy sick. But he just ast me what I’m talking bout. I tell him I can fix myself up for him. I duck into my room and come out wearing horsehair, feathers, and a pair of our new mammy high heel shoes. He beat me for dressing trampy but he do it to me anyway.

  Mr. _____ come that evening. I’m in the bed crying. Nettie she finally see the light of day, clear. Our new mammy she see it too. She in her room crying. Nettie tend to first one, then the other. She so scared she go out doors and vomit. But not out front where the two mens is.

  Mr. _____ say, Well Sir, I sure hope you done change your mind.

  He say, Naw, Can’t say I is.

  Mr. _____ say, Well, you know, my poor little ones sure could use a mother.

  Well, He say, real slow, I can’t let you have Nettie. She too young. Don’t know nothing but what you tell her. Sides, I want her to git some more schooling. Make a schoolteacher out of her. But I can let you have Celie. She the oldest anyway. She ought to marry first. She ain’t fresh tho, but I spect you know that. She spoiled. Twice. But you don’t need a fresh woman no how. I got a fresh one in there myself and she sick all the time. He spit, over the railing. The children git on her nerve, she not much of a cook. And she big already.

  Mr. _____ he don’t say nothing. I stop crying I’m so surprise.

  She ugly. He say. But she ain’t no stranger to hard work. And she clean. And God done fixed her. You can do everything just like you want to and she ain’t gonna make you feed it or clothe it.

  Mr. _____ still don’t say nothing. I take out the picture of Shug Avery. I look into her eyes. Her eyes say Yeah, it bees that way sometime.

  Fact is, he say, I got to git rid of her. She too old to be living here at home. And she a bad influence on my other girls. She’d come with her own linen. She can take that cow she raise down there back of the crib. But Nettie you flat out can’t have. Not now. Not never.

  Mr. _____ finally speak. Clearing his throat. I ain’t never really look at that one, he say.

  Well, next time you come you can look at her. She ugly. Don’t even look like she kin to Nettie. But she’ll make the better wife. She ain’t smart either, and I’ll just be fair, you have to watch her or she’ll give away everything you own. But she can work like a man.

  Mr. _____ say How old she is?

  He say, She near twenty. And another thing—She tell lies.

  DEAR GOD,

  It took him the whole spring, from March to June, to make up his mind to take me. All I thought about was Nettie. How she could come to me if I marry him and he be so love struck with her I could figure out a way for us to run away. Us both be hitting Nettie’s schoolbooks pretty hard, cause us know we got to be smart to git away. I know I’m not as pretty or as smart as Nettie, but she say I ain’t dumb.

  The way you know who discover America, Nettie say, is think bout cucumbers. That what Columbus sound like. I learned all about Columbus in first grade, but look like he the first thing I forgot. She say Columbus come here in boats call the Neater, the Peter, and the Santomareater. Indians so nice to him he force a bunch of ’em back home with him to wait on the queen.

  But it hard to think with gitting married to Mr. _____ hanging over my head.

  The first time I got big Pa took me out of school. He never care that I love it. Nettie stood there at the gate holding tight to my hand. I was all dress for first day. You too dumb to keep going to school, Pa say. Nettie the clever one in this bunch.

  But Pa, Nettie say, crying, Celie smart too. Even Miss Beasley say so. Nettie dote on Miss Beasley. Think nobody like her in the world.

  Pa say, Whoever listen to anything Addie Beasley have to say. She run off at the mouth so much no man would have her. That how come she have to teach school. He never look up from cleaning his gun. Pretty soon a bunch of white mens come walking cross the yard. They have guns too.

  Pa git up and follow ’em. The rest of the week I vomit and dress wild game.

  But Nettie never give up. Next thing I know Miss Beasley at our house trying to talk to Pa. She say long as she been a teacher she never know nobody want to learn bad as Nettie and me. But when Pa call me out and she see how tight my dress is, she stop talking and go.

  Nettie still don’t understand. I don’t neither. All us notice is I’m all the time sick and fat.

  I feel bad sometime Nettie done pass me in learnin. But look like nothing she say can git in my brain and stay. She try to tell me something bout the ground not being flat. I just say, Yeah, like I know it. I never tell her how flat it look to me.

  Mr. _____ come finally one day looking all drug out.

  The woman he had helping him done quit. His mammy done said No More.

  He say, Let me see her again.

  Pa call me. Celie, he say. Like it
wasn’t nothing. Mr. _____ want another look at you.

  I go stand in the door. The sun shine in my eyes. He’s still up on his horse. He look me up and down.

  Pa rattle his newspaper. Move up, he won’t bite, he say.

  I go closer to the steps, but not too close cause I’m a little scared of his horse.

  Turn round, Pa say.

  I turn round. One of my little brothers come up. I think it was Lucious. He fat and playful, all the time munching on something.

  He say, What you doing that for?

  Pa say, Your sister thinking bout marriage.

  Didn’t mean nothing to him. He pull my dresstail and ast can he have some blackberry jam out the safe.

  I say, Yeah.

  She good with children, Pa say, rattling his paper open more. Never heard her say a hard word to nary one of them. Just give ’em everything they ast for, is the only problem.

  Mr. _____ say, That cow still coming?

  He say, Her cow.

  DEAR GOD,

  I spend my wedding day running from the oldest boy. He twelve. His mama died in his arms and he don’t want to hear nothing bout no new one. He pick up a rock and laid my head open. The blood run all down tween my breasts. His daddy say Don’t do that! But that’s all he say. He got four children, instead of three, two boys and two girls. The girls hair ain’t been comb since their mammy died. I tell him I’ll just have to shave it off. Start fresh. He say bad luck to cut a woman hair. So after I bandage my head best I can and cook dinner—they have a spring, not a well, and a wood stove look like a truck—I start trying to untangle hair. They only six and eight and they cry. They scream. They cuse me of murder. By ten o’clock I’m done. They cry theirselves to sleep. But I don’t cry. I lay there thinking bout Nettie while he on top of me, wonder if she safe. And then I think bout Shug Avery. I know what he doing to me he done to Shug Avery and maybe she like it. I put my arm around him.

  DEAR GOD,

  I was in town sitting on the wagon while Mr. _____ was in the dry good store. I seen my baby girl. I knowed it was her. She look just like me and my daddy. Like more us then us is ourself. She be tagging long hind a lady and they be dress just alike. They pass the wagon and I speak. The lady speak pleasant. My little girl she look up and sort of frown. She fretting over something. She got my eyes just like they is today. Like everything I seen, she seen, and she pondering it.

  I think she mine. My heart say she mine. But I don’t know she mine. If she mine, her name Olivia. I embroder Olivia in the seat of all her daidies. I embrody lot of little stars and flowers too. He took the daidies when he took her. She was bout two month old. Now she bout six.

  I clam down from the wagon and I follow Olivia and her new mammy into a store. I watch her run her hand long side the counter, like she ain’t interested in nothing. Her ma is buying cloth. She say Don’t touch nothing. Olivia yawn.

  That real pretty, I say, and help her mama drape a piece of cloth close to her face.

  She smile. Gonna make me an my girl some new dresses, she say. Her daddy be so proud.

  Who her daddy, I blurt out. It like at last somebody know.

  She say Mr. _____. But that ain’t my daddy name.

  Mr. _____? I say. Who he?

  She look like I ast something none of my bidniss.

  The Reverend Mr. _____, she say, then turn her face to the clerk. He say, Girl you want that cloth or not? We got other customers sides you.

  She say, Yes sir. I want five yards, please sir.

  He snatch the cloth and thump down the bolt. He don’t measure. When he think he got five yard he tare it off. That be a dollar and thirty cent, he say. You need thread?

  She say, Naw suh.

  He say, You can’t sew thout thread. He pick up a spool and hold it gainst the cloth. That look like it bout the right color. Don’t you think.

  She say, Yessuh.

  He start to whistle. Take two dollars. Give her a quarter back. He look at me. You want something gal? I say, Naw Suh.

  I trail long behind them on the street.

  I don’t have nothing to offer and I feels poor.

  She look up and down the street. He ain’t here. He ain’t here. She say like she gon cry.

  Who ain’t? I ast.

  The Reverend Mr. _____, she say. He took the wagon.

  My husband wagon right here, I say.

  She clam up. I thank you kindly, she say. Us sit looking at all the folks that’s come to town. I never seen so many even at church. Some be dress too. Some don’t hit on much. Dust git all up the ladies dress.

  She ast me Who is my husband, now I know all bout hers. She laugh a little. I say Mr. _____. She say, Sure nuff? Like she know all about him. Just didn’t know he was married. He a fine looking man, she say. Not a finer looking one in the county. White or black, she say.

  He do look all right, I say. But I don’t think about it while I say it. Most times mens look pretty much alike to me.

  How long you had your little girl? I ast.

  Oh, she be seven her next birthday.

  When that? I ast.

  She think back. Then she say, December.

  I think, November.

  I say, real easy, What you call her?

  She say, oh, we calls her Pauline.

  My heart knock.

  Then she frown. But I calls her Olivia.

  Why you call her Olivia if it ain’t her name? I ast.

  Well, just look at her, she say sort of impish, turning to look at the child, don’t she look like a Olivia to you? Look at her eyes, for god’s sake. Somebody ole would have eyes like that. So I call her ole Livia. She chuckle. Naw. Olivia, she say, patting the child hair. Well, here come the Reverend Mr. _____, she say. I see a wagon and a great big man in black holding a whip. We sure do thank you for your hospitality. She laugh again, look at the horses flicking flies off they rump. Horsepitality, she say. And I git it and laugh. It feel like to split my face.

  Mr. _____, come out the store. Clam up in the wagon.

  Set down. Say real slow. What you setting here laughing like a fool fer?

  DEAR GOD,

  Nettie here with us. She run way from home. She say she hate to leave our stepma, but she had to git out, maybe fine help for the other little ones. The boys be alright, she say. They can stay out his way. When they git big they gon fight him.

  Maybe kill, I say.

  How is it with you and Mr. ____? she ast. But she got eyes. He still like her. In the evening he come out on the porch in his Sunday best. She be sitting there with me shelling peas or helping the children with they spelling. Helping me with spelling and everything else she think I need to know. No matter what happen, Nettie steady try to teach me what go on in the world. And she a good teacher too. It nearly kill me to think she might marry somebody like Mr. _____ or wind up in some white lady kitchen. All day she read, she study, she practice her handwriting, and try to git us to think. Most days I feel too tired to think. But Patient her middle name.

  Mr. _____ children all bright but they mean. They say Celie, I want dis. Celie, I want dat. Our Mama let us have it. He don’t say nothing. They try to get his tention, he hide hind a puff of smoke.

  Don’t let them run over you, Nettie say. You got to let them know who got the upper hand.

  They got it, I say.

  But she keep on, You got to fight. You got to fight.

  But I don’t know how to fight. All I know how to do is stay alive.

  That’s a real pretty dress you got on, he say to Nettie.

  She say, Thank you.

  Them shoes look just right.

  She say, Thank you.

  Your skin. Your hair. Your teefs. Everyday it something else to make miration over.

  First she smile a little. Then she frown. Then she don’t look no special way at all. She just stick close to me. She tell me, Your skin. Your hair, Your teefs. He try to give her a compliment, she pass it on to me. After while I git to feeling pretty cute.
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br />   Soon he stop. He say one night in bed, Well, us done help Nettie all we can. Now she got to go.

  Where she gon go? I ast.

  I don’t care, he say.

  I tell Nettie the next morning. Stead of being mad, she glad to go. Say she hate to leave me is all. Us fall on each other neck when she say that.

  I sure hate to leave you here with these rotten children, she say. Not to mention with Mr. ____. It’s like seeing you buried, she say.

  It’s worse than that, I think. If I was buried, I wouldn’t have to work. But I just say, Never mine, never mine, long as I can spell G-o-d I got somebody along.

  But I only got one thing to give her, the name of

  Reverend Mr. ____. I tell her to ast for his wife. That maybe she would help. She the only woman I even seen with money.

  I say, Write.

  She say, What?

  I say, Write.

  She say, Nothing but death can keep me from it.

  She never write.

  G-O-D,

  Two of his sister come to visit. They dress all up. Celie, they say. One thing is for sure. You keep a clean house. It not nice to speak ill of the dead, one say, but the truth never can be ill. Annie Julia was a nasty ’oman bout the house.

  She never want to be here in the first place, say the other.

  Where she want to be? I ast.

  At home. She say.

  Well that’s no excuse, say the first one, Her name Carrie, other one name Kate. When a woman marry she spose to keep a decent house and a clean family. Why, wasn’t nothing to come here in the winter time and all these children have colds, they have flue, they have direar, they have newmonya, they have worms, they have the chill and fever. They hungry. They hair ain’t comb. They too nasty to touch.

  I touch ’em. Say Kate.

  And cook. She wouldn’t cook. She act like she never seen a kitchen.

  She hadn’t never seen his.

  Was a scandal, say Carrie.