The Bluest Eye

by: Toni Morrison

Spring: Chapter 7

1

The whistler was bending down tickling her broken foot and kissing her leg. She could not stop her laughter—not until he looked up at her and she saw the Kentucky sun drenching the yellow, heavy-lidded eyes of Cholly Breedlove.

2

She was secure and grateful; he was kind and lively. She had not known there was so much laughter in the world.

3

Money became the focus of all their discussions, hers for clothes, his for drink. The sad thing was that Pauline did not really care for clothes and makeup. She merely wanted other women to cast favorable glances her way.