Sorry is the fool who ever underestimates my mother.

It's already 95 degrees outside. Mississippi got the most unorganized weather in the nation.

...and that's when I get to wondering, what would happen if I told her she something good, ever day?

Rule Number One for working for a white lady, Minny: it is nobody’s business. You keep your nose out of your White Lady’s problems, you don’t go crying to her with yours—you can’t pay the light bill? Your feet are too sore? Remember one thing: white people are not your friends. They don’t want to hear about it. And when Miss White Lady catches her man with the lady next door, you keep out of it, you hear me?

it always sound scarier when a hollerer talk soft.

No one tells us, girls who don't go on dates, that remembering can be almost as good as what actually happens.

Everyone knows how we white people feel, the glorified Mammy figure who dedicates her whole life to a white family. Margaret Mitchell covered that. But no one ever asked Mammy how she felt about it.