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13 de jun. de 2020 · Collection. internetarchivebooks; printdisabled. Contributor. Internet Archive. Language. English. 451 pages cm. Aibileen is a black maid, raising her 17th white child, but with a bitter heart after the death of her son. Minny is the sassiest woman in Mississippi.
- “Miss Leef—”
- “Hold on, Minny, get your breath—”
- MINNY
- MISS SKEETER
- AIBILEEN
- Miss Leefolt snatch her up, give her a pop on the leg. “Miss Leefolt, she don’t know what she do—”
- MISS SKEETER
- “But I just gots—”
- AIBILEEN
- “I see you! I do! What with William running for office next—”
- MINNY
- “You go get your daddy the proper way,” I yell. “What I tell you about yelling in my house?”
- She stands up, knocking her chair over. “Don’t you dare tell—”
- “Who are you to say what I can and cannot carry ar—”
- AIBILEEN
- “Miss Leefolt res—”
- MINNY
- “Please, Miss Celia, don’t do that mess on the table, it don’t come—”
- THE BENEFIT
- MINNY
- MISS SKEETER
- WOMEN’S WEAR.
- AIBILEEN
- “I go get em. I take care—”
- MINNY
- AIBILEEN
- MINNY
- MISS SKEETER
- AIBILEEN
- “Minny? That you? What—”
- TOO LITTLE, TOO LATE
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
“She telling everbody in town I’m stealing! That’s why I can’t get no work! That witch done turned me into the Smart-Mouthed Criminal Maid a Hinds County!”
“Before work this morning, I go to the Renfroes’ over on Sycamore and Miss Renfroe near bout chase me off the property. Say Miss Hilly told her about me, everbody know I stole a candelabra from Miss Walters!” I can hear the grip she got on the phone, sound like she trying to crush it in her hand. I hear Kindra holler and I wonder why Minny already ...
chapter 3 STANDING On that white lady’s back porch, I tell myself, Tuck it in, Minny. Tuck in whatever might fly out my mouth and tuck in my behind too. Look like a maid who does what she’s told. Truth is, I’m so nervous right now, I’d never backtalk again if it meant I’d get this job. I yank my hose up from sagging around my feet—the trouble of al...
chapter 5 I DRIVE MY mama’s Cadillac fast on the gravel road, headed home. Patsy Cline can’t even be heard on the radio anymore, for all the rocks banging the side of the car. Mother would be furious, but I just drive faster. I can’t stop thinking about what Hilly said to me today at bridge club. Hilly and Elizabeth and I have been best friends sin...
chapter 7 THE HEAT WAVE finally passes round the middle a October and we get ourselves a cool fifty degrees. In the mornings, that bathroom seat get cold out there, give me a little start when I set down. It’s just a little room they built inside the carport. Inside is a toilet and a little sink attached to the wall. A pull cord for the lightbulb. ...
“Get back in the house, Aibileen!” I hate it, but I go in the kitchen. I stand in the middle, leave the door open behind me. “I did not raise you to use the colored bathroom!” I hear her hiss-whispering, thinking I can’t hear, and I think, Lady, you didn’t raise your child at all. “This is dirty out here, Mae Mobley. You’ll catch diseases! No no no...
chapter 8 DRIVE DOWN Gessum Avenue in Mama’s Cadillac. Up ahead, a little colored boy in overalls watches me, wide-eyed, gripping a red ball. I look into my rearview mirror. Aibileen is still on her front steps in her white uniform. She hadn’t even looked at me when she said No ma’am. She just kept her eyes set on that yellow patch of grass in her ...
“I said go home, Minny!” I step back from that closed door. Heat rises up my face. And it stings, not because I haven’t been yelled at before. I just haven’t been yelled at by Miss Celia yet. THE NEXT MORNING, Woody Asap on Channel Twelve is waving his white scaly hands all over the state map. Jackson, Mississippi, is frozen like an ice pop. First ...
chapter 14 I BEEN IN SOME tense situations, but to have Minny on one side a my living room and Miss Skeeter on the other, and the topic at hand be what it feel like being Negro and working for a white woman. Law, it’s a wonder they hadn’t been a injury. We had some close calls though. Like last week, when Miss Skeeter showed me Miss Hilly’s reasons...
“Mama, give me your comb! I want to do beauty parlor!” “—cannot have colored-supporting friends in my closet—” “Mamaaaaa! Gimme your comb. Get your comb for me!” “I read it. I found it in her satchel and I intend to take action.” And then Miss Hilly quiet, hunting for her comb in her pocketbook. Thunder boom over in South Jackson and way off we hea...
chapter 17 GO ON OUT A HERE SO I CAN DO MY CLEANING.” Miss Celia draws the covers up around her chest like she’s afraid I might jerk her out of bed. Nine months here and I still don’t know if she’s sick in the body or fried up her wits with the hair coloring. She does look better than when I started. Her tummy’s got a little fat on it, her cheeks a...
Kindra rolls her eyes at me like she’s just been asked to do the stupidest thing in the world. She stamps her feet down the hall. “Suuupperrr! ” “Kindra! ” The kitchen is the only room in the house we can all fit in together. The rest are set up as bedrooms. Me and Leroy’s room is in the back, next to that is a little room for Leroy Junior and Benn...
“You act like you want kids but you drinking enough to poison a elephant!” “If you tell him, I’ll fire you, Minny!” She’s got tears in her eyes. “If you touch those bottles, I’ll fire you right now!” But the blood’s running too hot in my head to stop now. “Fire me? Who else gone come out here and work in secret while you hang around the house drunk...
“It is my job, Skeeter! You know well as I do, people won’t buy so much as a slice of pound cake from an organization that harbors racial integrationists!” “Hilly.” I just need to hear her say it. “Just who is all that pound cake money being raised for, anyway?” She rolls her eyes. “The Poor Starving Children of Africa?” I wait for her to catch the...
chapter 22 HOW OLD A YOU TODAY, big girl?” Mae Mobley still in bed. She hold out two sleepy fingers and say, “Mae Mo Two.” “Nuh-uh, we three today!” I move up one a her fingers, chant what my daddy used to say to me on my birthdays, “Three little soldiers, come out the doe, two say stop, one say go.” She in a big-girl bed now since the nursery gett...
“Put Elizabeth on the phone! ” I go tell Miss Leefolt. She get out a bed, shuffle in the kitchen in her rollers and nightgown, pick up the receiver. Miss Hilly sound like she using a megaphone not a telephone. I can hear every word. “Have you been by my house?” “What? What are you talk—?” “She put it in the newsletter about the toilets. I specifica...
chapter 24 I’M AT THE KITCHEN sink waiting for Miss Celia to come home. The rag I’ve been pulling on is in shreds. That crazy woman woke up this morning, squoze into the tightest pink sweater she has, which is saying something, and hollered, “I’m going to Elizabeth Leefolt’s. Right now, while I got the nerve, Minny.” Then she drove off in her Bel A...
“Look, isn’t it the thing? And I’ve found two dresses to match it just exactly!” She scoots off and comes back holding two hot pink gowns, smiling all over them. They’re long to the floor, covered in sparkles and sequins, slits up the leg. Both hang by straps thin as chickenwire. They are going to tear her up at that party. “Which one do you like b...
chapter 25 THE JACKSON JUNIOR LEAGUE Annual Ball and Benefit is known simply as “the Benefit” to anyone who lives within a ten-mile radius of town. At seven o’clock on a cool November night, guests will arrive at the Robert E. Lee Hotel bar for the cocktail hour. At eight o’clock, the doors from the lounge will open to the ballroom. Swags of green ...
chapter 26 ON SATURDAY MORNING, I get up tired and sore. I walk in the kitchen where Sugar’s counting out her nine dollars and fifty cents, the money she earned at the Benefit last night. The phone rings and Sugar’s on it quicker than a grease fire. Sugar’s got a boyfriend and she doesn’t want her mama to know. “Yessir,” Sugar whispers and hands me...
chapter 27 STARE AT THE PHONE in the kitchen. No one’s called here in so long, it’s like a dead thing mounted to the wall. There’s a terrible quiet looming everywhere—at the library, at the drugstore where I pick up Mother’s medicine, on High Street where I buy typewriter ink, in our own house. President Kennedy’s assassination, less than two weeks...
“What is all this?” I asked. There were dozens of women and rock-and-roll playing and champagne glasses and bright glittering lights. “Emilio Pucci, darling. Finally!” He stepped back from me and said, “Aren’t you here for the preview? You do have an invitation, don’t you?” “Um, somewhere,” I said, but he lost interest as I faked through my handbag...
chapter 29 THE HEAT done seeped into everything. For a week now it’s been a hundred degrees and ninety-nine percent humidity. Get any wetter, we be swimming. Can’t get my sheets to dry on the line, my front door won’t close it done swell up so much. Sho nuff couldn’t get a meringue to whip. Even my church wig starting to frizz. This morning, I can’...
“And I can’t have you serving us like that, with your—your legs showing!” “I tole you—” “Hilly’s going to be here in five minutes and she’s messed up everything!” she screech. I guess Mae Mobley hear her through the window cause she look over at us, frozen. Smile fades. After a second, she start wiping the mud off her face real slow. I put a apron ...
chapter 30 AFTER THE People Will Talk show, I grab the Space Command and punch the “Off ” button. My stories are about to come on, but I don’t even care. Doctor Strong and Miss Julia will just have to turn the world without me today. I’ve a mind to call that Dennis James on the phone and say, Who do you think you are, spreading lies like that? You ...
chapter 31 EVER TIME Miss Leefolt go out shopping or in the yard or even to the bathroom, I check her bedside table where she put the book. I act like I’m dusting, but what I really be doing is checking to see if that First Presbyterian Bible bookmark’s moved any deeper in the pages. She’s been reading it for five days now and I flip it open today ...
Kathryn Stockett was born and raised in Jackson, Mississippi. After graduating from the University of Alabama with a degree in English and creative writing, she moved to New York City, where she worked in magazine publishing and marketing for nine years. She currently lives in Atlanta with her husband and their daughter. This is her first novel. Ta...
Kathryn Stockett was born and raised in Jackson, Mississippi. After graduating from the University of Alabama with a degree in English and creative writing, she moved to New York City, where she worked in magazine publishing and marketing for nine years. She currently lives in Atlanta with her husband and their daughter. This is her first novel. Ta...
Kathryn Stockett was born and raised in Jackson, Mississippi. After graduating from the University of Alabama with a degree in English and creative writing, she moved to New York City, where she worked in magazine publishing and marketing for nine years. She currently lives in Atlanta with her husband and their daughter. This is her first novel. Ta...
Kathryn Stockett was born and raised in Jackson, Mississippi. After graduating from the University of Alabama with a degree in English and creative writing, she moved to New York City, where she worked in magazine publishing and marketing for nine years. She currently lives in Atlanta with her husband and their daughter. This is her first novel. Ta...
Kathryn Stockett was born and raised in Jackson, Mississippi. After graduating from the University of Alabama with a degree in English and creative writing, she moved to New York City, where she worked in magazine publishing and marketing for nine years. She currently lives in Atlanta with her husband and their daughter. This is her first novel. Ta...
Kathryn Stockett was born and raised in Jackson, Mississippi. After graduating from the University of Alabama with a degree in English and creative writing, she moved to New York City, where she worked in magazine publishing and marketing for nine years. She currently lives in Atlanta with her husband and their daughter. This is her first novel. Ta...
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Paso las páginas de mi libro de oraciones para ver por quién voy a rogar esta noche. Algunas veces se me pasa por la cabeza incluir a Miss Skeeter en mi lista, no ~28~ Kathryn Stockett Criadas y señoras tengo muy claro por qué.
6 de jul. de 2012 · The help : Stockett, Kathryn : Free Download, Borrow, and Streaming : Internet Archive. by. Stockett, Kathryn. Publication date. 2011. Topics. Civil rights movements, African American women. Publisher. New York, N.Y. : Berkley Books. Collection. printdisabled; internetarchivebooks; delawarecountydistrictlibrary; americana. Contributor.
8 de oct. de 2017 · Criadas y señoras. Skeeter, de veintidós años, ha regresado a su casa en Jackson, en el sur de Estados Unidos, tras terminar sus estudios en la Universidad de Misisipi. Pero como estamos en 1962, su madre no descansará hasta que no vea a su hija con una alianza en la mano. Aibileen es una criada negra. Una mujer sabia e imponente que ha ...
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