Song of Solomon

by: Toni Morrison

Chapter 2

1

It was becoming a habit—this concentration on things behind him. Almost as though there were no future to be had.

2

Nor was she dirty; unkempt, yes, but not dirty. The whites of her fingernails were like ivory. And unless he knew absolutely nothing, this woman was definitely not drunk.

3

Milkman was five feet seven then but it was the first time in his life that he remembered being completely happy.