The Color Purple

by: Alice Walker

Letters 34–43

1

Button? Finger and tongue? My face hot enough to melt itself. She say, Here take this mirror and go look at yourself down there, I bet you never seen it, have you?

2

I don’t know, say the prizefighter. This sound mighty much like some ole Tomming to me. Shug snort, Well, she say, Uncle Tom wasn’t call Uncle Tom for nothing.

3

I wonder why she was ever born. Well, I say, us don’t have to wonder that bout darkies. She giggle. Miss Celie, she say, you just as crazy as you can be. This the first giggle I heard in three years.