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me, be my maid?
    Sofia say, Hell no.
    She say, What you say?
    Sofia say, Hell no.
    Mayor look at Sofia, push his wife out the way. Stick out his chest. Girl, what you say to Miss Millie?
    Sofia say, I say, Hell no.
    He slap her.
    I stop telling it right there.
    Squeak on the edge of her seat. She wait. Look down my throat some more.
    No need to say no more, Mr. _____ say. You know what happen if somebody slap Sofia.
    Squeak go white as a sheet. Naw, she say.
    Naw nothing, I say. Sofia knock the man down.
    The polices come, start slinging the children off the mayor, bang they heads together. Sofia really start to fight. They drag her to the ground.
    This far as I can go with it, look like. My eyes git full of water and my throat close.
    Poor Squeak all scrunch down in her chair, trembling.
    They beat Sofia, Mr. _____ say.
    Squeak fly up like she sprung, run over hind the counter to Harpo, put her arms round him. They hang together a long time, cry.
    What the prizefighter do in all this? I ast Sofia sister, Odessa.
    He want to jump in, she say. Sofia say No, take the children home.
    Polices have they guns on him anyway. One move, he dead. Six of them, you know.
    Mr. _____ go plead with the sheriff to let us see Sofia.
    Bub be in so much trouble, look so much like the sheriff, he and Mr. _____ almost on family terms. Just long as Mr. _____ know he colored.
    Sheriff say, She a crazy woman, your boy’s wife. You know that?
    Mr. _____ say, Yassur, us do know it. Been trying to tell
    Harpo she crazy for twelve years. Since way before they marry. Sofia come from crazy peoples, Mr. _____ say, it not all her fault. And then again, the sheriff know how womens is, anyhow.
    Sheriff think bout the women he know, say, Yep, you right there.
    Mr. _____ say, We gon tell her she crazy too, if us ever do git in to see her.
    Sheriff say, Well make sure you do. And tell her she lucky she alive.
    When I see Sofia I don’t know why she still alive. They crack her skull, they crack her ribs. They tear her nose loose on one side. They blind her in one eye. She swole from head to foot. Her tongue the size of my arm, it stick out tween her teef like a piece of rubber. She can’t talk. And she just about the color of a eggplant.
    Scare me so bad I near bout drop my grip. But I don’t. I put it on the floor of the cell, take out comb and brush, nightgown, witch hazel and alcohol and I start to work on her. The colored tendant bring me water to wash her with, and I start at her two little slits for eyes.

DEAR GOD,
    They put Sofia to work in the prison laundry. All day long from five to eight she washing clothes. Dirty convict uniforms, nasty sheets and blankets piled way over her head. Us see her twice a month for half a hour. Her face yellow and sickly, her fingers look like fatty sausage.
    Everything nasty here, she say, even the air. Food bad enough to kill you with it. Roaches here, mice, flies, lice and even a snake or two. If you say anything they strip you, make you sleep on a cement floor without a light.
    How you manage? us ast.
    Every time they ast me to do something, Miss Celie, I act like I’m you. I jump right up and do just what they say.
    She look wild when she say that, and her bad eye wander round the room.
    Mr. _____ suck in his breath. Harpo groan. Miss Shug cuss. She come from Memphis special to see Sofia.
    I can’t fix my mouth to say how I feel.
    I’m a good prisoner, she say. Best convict they ever see. They can’t believe I’m the one sass the mayor’s wife, knock the mayor down. She laugh. It sound like something from a song. The part where everybody done gone home but you.
    Twelve years a long time to be good though, she say.
    Maybe you git out on good behavior, say Harpo.
    Good behavior ain’t good enough for them, say Sofia. Nothing less than sliding on your belly with your tongue on they boots can even git they attention. I dream of murder, she say, I dream of murder sleep or wake.
    Us don’t say nothing.
    How the

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