- Posted on: 6 March, 2021
- 50 Years Old
- Toni Morrison
- #1992 #50 #Female #Jazz #Novel #Violet Trace
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Violet Trace 50
“I thought she was going to be pretty. Real pretty. She wasn’t.”
“Pretty enough, I’d say.”
“You mean the hair. The skin color.”
“Don’t tell me what I mean.”
“Then what? What he see in her?”
“Shame on you. Grown woman like you asking me that.”
“I have to know.”
“Then ask the one who does know. You see him every day.”
“Don’t get mad.”
“Will if I want to.”
“All right. But I don’t want to ask him. I don’t want to hear what he has to say about it. You know what I’m asking.”
“Forgiveness is what you’re asking and I can’t give you that. It’s not in my power.”
“No, not that. That’s not it, forgiveness.”
“What, then? Don’t get pitiful. I won’t stand for you getting pitiful, hear me?”
“We born around the same time, me and you,” said Violet. “We women, me and you. Tell me something real. Don’t just say I’m grown and ought to know. I don’t. I’m fifty and I don’t know nothing. What about it? Do I stay with him? I want to, I think. I want…well, I didn’t always…now I want. I want some fat in this life.”
· Jazz
