The Help. Part 47

I carry that big box home and take out one copy and put the box under my bed. Then I run over to Minny's house. Minny six months pregnant but you can't even tell yet. When I get there, she setting at the kitchen table drinking a gla.s.s a milk. Leroy asleep in the back and Benny and Sugar and Kindra is sh.e.l.ling peanuts in the backyard. The kitchen's quiet. I smile, hand Minny her copy.

She eye it. "I guess the dove bird looks okay."

"Miss Skeeter say the peace dove be the sign for better times to come. Say folks is wearing em on they clothes out in California."

"I don't care bout no peoples in California," Minny say, staring at that cover. "All I care about is what the folks in Jackson, Mississippi, got to say about it."

"Copies gone show up in the bookstores and the libraries tomorrow. Twenty-five hundred in Mississippi, other half all over the United States." That's a lot more than what Miss Stein told us before, but since the freedom rides started and them civil rights workers disappeared in that station wagon here in Mississippi, she say folks is paying more attention to our state.

"How many copies going to the white Jackson library?" Minny ask. "Zero?"

I shake my head with a smile. "Three copies. Miss Skeeter told me on the phone this morning."

Even Minny look stunned. Just two months ago the white library started letting colored people in. I been in twice myself.

Minny open the book and she start reading it right there. Kids come in and she tell them what to do and how to do it without even looking up. Eyes don't even stop moving across the page. I already done read it many a time, working on it over the past year. But Minny always said she don't want a read it till it come out in the hardboard. Say she don't want a spoil it.

I set there with Minny awhile. Time to time she grin. Few times she laugh. And more an once she growl. I don't ask what for. I leave her to it and head home. After I write all my prayers, I go to bed with that book setting on the pillow next to me.

THE NEXT DAY AT WORK, all I can think about is how stores is putting my my book on the shelves. I mop, I iron, I change diapers, but I don't hear a word about it in Miss Leefolt's house. It's like I ain't even written a book. I don't know what I spected-- book on the shelves. I mop, I iron, I change diapers, but I don't hear a word about it in Miss Leefolt's house. It's like I ain't even written a book. I don't know what I spected--some kind a stirring--but it's just a regular old hot Friday with flies buzzing on the screen. kind a stirring--but it's just a regular old hot Friday with flies buzzing on the screen.

That night six maids in the book call my house asking has anybody said anything. We linger on the line like the answer's gone change if we breathe into the phone long enough.

Miss Skeeter call last. "I went by the Bookworm this afternoon. Stood around awhile, but n.o.body even picked it up."

"Eula say she went by the colored bookstore. Same thing."

"Alright," she sigh.

But all that weekend and then into the next week, we don't hear nothing. The same old books set on Miss Leefolt's nightstand: Frances Benton's Etiquette Frances Benton's Etiquette, Peyton Place Peyton Place, that old dusty Bible she keep by the bed for show. But Law if I don't keep glancing at that stack like a stain.

By Wednesday, they still ain't even a ripple in the water. Not one person's bought a copy in the white bookstore. The Farish Street store say they done sold about a dozen, which is good. Might a just been the other maids, though, buying for they friends.

On Thursday, day seven, before I even left for work, my phone ring.

"I've got news," Miss Skeeter whisper. I reckon she must be locked up in the pantry again.

"What happen?"

"Missus Stein called and said we're going to be on the Dennis James show."

"People Will Talk? The tee-vee show?"

"Our book made the book review. She said it'll be on Channel Three next Thursday at one o'clock."

Law, we gone be on WLBT-TV! It's a local Jackson show, and it come on in color, right after the twelve o'clock news.

"You think the review gone be good or bad?"

"I don't know. I don't even know if Dennis reads the books or just says what they tell him to."

I feel excited and scared at the same time. Something got got to happen after that. to happen after that.

"Missus Stein said somebody must've felt sorry for us in the Harper and Row publicity department and made some calls. She said we're the first book she's handled with a publicity budget of zero."

We laugh, but we both sound nervous.

"I hope you get to watch it at Elizabeth's. If you can't, I'll call you and tell you everything they said."

On FRIDAY NIGHT, a week after the book come out, I get ready to go to the church. Deacon Thomas call me this morning and ask would I come to a special meeting they having, but when I ask what about, he get all in a hurry and say he got to go. Minny say she got the same thing. So I iron up a nice linen dress a Miss Greenlee's and head to Minny's house. We gone walk there together.

As usual, Minny's house be like a chicken coop on fire. Minny be hollering, things be flinging around, all the kids squawking. I see the first hint a Minny's belly under her dress and I'm grateful she finally showing. Leroy, he don't hit Minny when she pregnant. And Minny know this so I spec they's gone be a lot more babies after this one.

"Kindra! Get your b.u.t.t off that floor!" Minny holler. "Them beans better be hot when your daddy wakes up!"

Kindra--she seven now--she sa.s.s-walk her way to the stove with her bottom sticking out and her nose up in the air. Pans go banging all over the place. "Why I got to do dinner? It's Sugar's turn!"

"Cause Sugar at Miss Celia's and you want a live to see third grade."

Benny come in and squeeze me round the middle. He grin and show me the tooth he got missing, then run off.

"Kindra, turn that flame down fore you burn the house down!"

"We better go, Minny," I say, cause this could go on all night. "We gone be late."

Minny look at her watch. Shake her head. "Why Sugar ain't home yet? Miss Celia ain't never kept me this late."

Last week, Minny started bringing Sugar to work. She getting her trained for when Minny have her baby and Sugar gone have to fill in for her. Tonight Miss Celia ask Sugar to work late, say she drive her home.

"Kindra, I don't want a see so much as a bean setting in that sink when I get back. Clean up good now." Minny give her a hug. "Benny, go tell Daddy he better get his fool self out a that bed."

"Aww, Mama, why I I--"

"Go on, be brave. Just don't stand too close when he come to."

We make it out the door and down to the street fore we hear Leroy hollering at Benny for waking him up. I walk faster so she don't go back and give Leroy what he good for.

"Glad we going to church tonight," Minny sigh. We round Farish Street, start up the steps. "Give me a hour a not thinking about it all."

Soon as we step in the church foyer, one a the Brown brothers slip behind us and he lock the door. I'm about to ask why, would a got scared if I had the time, but then the thirty-odd peoples in the room start clapping. Minny and me start clapping with em. Figure somebody got into college or something.

"Who we clapping for?" I ask Rachel Johnson. She the Reverend wife.

She laugh and it get quiet. Rachel lean in to me.

"Honey, we clapping for you." Then she reach down and pull a copy a the book out a her purse. I look around and now everbody got a copy in they hands. All the important officers and church deacons are there.

Reverend Johnson come up to me then. "Aibileen, this is an important time for you and our church."

"You must a cleaned out the bookstore," I say, and the crowd laugh real polite-like.

"We want you to know, for your safety, this will be the only time the church recognizes you for your achievement. I know a lot of folks helped with this book, but I heard it couldn't have been done without you."

I look over and Minny's smiling, and I know she in on it too.

"A quiet message has been sent throughout the congregation and all of the community, that if anyone knows who's in the book or who wrote it, it's not to be discussed. Except for tonight. I'm sorry"--he smile, shake his head--"but we just couldn't let this go by without some kind of celebration."

He hand me the book. "We know you couldn't put your name in it, so we all signed our own for you." I open up the front cover and there they is, not thirty or forty names, but hundreds, maybe five hundred, in the front pages, the back pages, along the rim a the inside pages. All the peoples in my church and folks from other churches too. Oh, I just break down then. It's like two years a doing and trying and hoping all come out at once. Then everbody get in a line and come by and hug me. Tell me I'm brave. I tell em there are so many others that are brave too. I hate to hog all the attention, but I am so grateful they don't mention no other names. I don't want em in trouble. I don't think they even know Minny's in there.

"There may be some hard times ahead," Reverend Johnson say to me. "If it comes to that, the Church will help you in every way."

I cry and cry right there in front a everbody. I look over at Minny, and she laughing. Funny how peoples show they feelings in different ways. I wonder what Miss Skeeter would do if she was here and it kind a makes me sad. I know ain't n.o.body in town gone sign a book for her and tell her she brave. Ain't n.o.body gone tell her they look after her.

Then the Reverend hands me a box, wrapped in white paper, tied with light blue ribbon, same colors as the book. He lays his hand on it as a blessing. "This one, this is for the white lady. You tell her we love her, like she's our own family."

On THURSDAY, I wake up with the sun and go to work early. Today's a big day. I get my kitchen work done fast. One a clock come and I make sure I got my ironing all set up in front a Miss Leefolt's tee-vee, tuned to Channel Three. Li'l Man taking his nap and Mae Mobley at school.

I try and iron some pleats, but my hands is shaking and they come out all crooked. I spray it wet and start all over, fussing and frowning. Finally, the time comes.

In the box pops Dennis James. He start telling us what we gone discuss today. His black hair is sprayed down so heavy, it don't even move. He is the fastest talking Southern man I ever heard. Make me feel like I'm on a roller-coaster way he make his voice go. I's so nervous I feel like I'm on throw up right here on Mister Raleigh's church suit.

". . . and we'll end the show with the book review." After the commercial, he do something on Elvis Presley's jungle room. Then he do a piece on the new Interstate 55 they gone build, going through Jackson all the way to New Orleans. Then, at 1:22 p.m., a woman come set next to him by the name a Joline French. She say she the local book reviewer.

That very second, Miss Leefolt walk in the house. She all dressed up in her League outfit and her noisy high heels and she head straight for the living room.

"I am so glad that heat wave is over I could jump for joy," she say.

Mister Dennis chatting bout some book called Little Big Man. Little Big Man. I try to agree with her but I feel real stiff in the face all of a sudden. "I'll--I'll just turn this thing off." I try to agree with her but I feel real stiff in the face all of a sudden. "I'll--I'll just turn this thing off."

"No, keep it on!" say Miss Leefolt. "That's Joline French on the television set! I better call Hilly and tell her."

She clomp to the kitchen and get on the phone with Miss Hilly's third maid in a month. Ernestine ain't got but one arm. Miss Hilly pickings getting slim.

"Ernestine, this is Miss Elizabeth . . . Oh, she's not? Well, you tell her the minute she walks in that our sorority sister is on the television set . . . That's right, thank you."

Miss Leefolt rush back in the living room and set on the sofa, but it's a commercial on. I get to breathing hard. What is she doing? We ain't never watched the tee-vee together before. And here a all days she front and center like she be watching herself on screen!

All a sudden the Dial soap commercial over. And there be Mister Dennis with my book in his hand! White bird look bigger than life. He holding it up and poking his finger at the word Anonymous. Anonymous. For two seconds I'm more proud than I is scared. I want to yell-- For two seconds I'm more proud than I is scared. I want to yell--That's my book! That's my book on the tee-vee! But I got to keep still, like I'm watching something humdrum. I can't barely breathe! But I got to keep still, like I'm watching something humdrum. I can't barely breathe!

". . . called Help Help with testimonies from some of Mississippi's very own housekeepers--" with testimonies from some of Mississippi's very own housekeepers--"

"Oh, I wish Hilly was home! Who can I call? Look at those cute shoes she's got on, I bet she got those at The Papagallo Shoppe."

Please shut up! I reach down and turn it up a little, but then I wish I hadn't. What if they talk about her? Would Miss Leefolt even recognize her own life? I reach down and turn it up a little, but then I wish I hadn't. What if they talk about her? Would Miss Leefolt even recognize her own life?

". . . read it last night and now my wife is reading it . . ." Mister Dennis talking like a auction man, laughing, eyebrows going up and down, pointing at our book. ". . . and it is truly touching. Enlightening, I'd say, and they used the made-up town of Niceville, Mississippi, but who knows?" He halfway cover his mouth, whisper real loud, "It could be Jackson!"

Say what?

"Now, I'm not saying it is, it could be anywhere, but just in case, you need to go get this book and make sure you aren't in it! Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha--"

I freeze, feel a tingle on my neck. Ain't nothing nothing in there that say Jackson. Tell me again it could be anywhere, Mister Dennis! in there that say Jackson. Tell me again it could be anywhere, Mister Dennis!

I see Miss Leefolt smiling at her friend on the tee-vee like the fool can see her, Mister Dennis be laughing and talking, but that sorority sister, Miss Joline, got a face on red as a stop sign.

"--a disgrace to the South! A disgrace to the good Southern women who've spent their lives taking care of their help. I know I personally treat my help like family and every one of my friends does the same--"

"Why is she frowning like that on tee-vee?" Miss Leefolt whine at the box. "Joline!" She lean forward and tap-tap-tap tap-tap-tap her finger on Miss Joline's forehead. "Don't frown! You don't look cute that way!" her finger on Miss Joline's forehead. "Don't frown! You don't look cute that way!"

"Joline, did you read that ending? About the pie? If my maid, Bessie Mae, is out there listening, Bessie Mae, I have a new respect for what you do every day. And I'll pa.s.s on the chocolate pie from now on! Ha-Ha-Ha-- Ha-Ha-Ha--"

But Miss Joline holding up the book like she want to burn it. "Do not buy this book! Ladies of Jackson, do not support this slander with your husbands' hard-earned--"

"Huh?" Miss Leefolt ask Mister Dennis. And then poof--we on to a Tide commercial.

"What were they talking about?" Miss Leefolt ask me.

I don't answer. My heart's pounding.

"My friend Joline had a book in her hand."

"Yes, ma'am."

"What was it called? Help Help or something like that?" or something like that?"

I press the iron point down in the collar a Mister Raleigh's s.h.i.+rt. I got to call Minny, Miss Skeeter, find out if they heard this. But Miss Leefolt standing there waiting for my answer and I know she ain't gone let up. She never do.

"Did I hear them say it was about Jackson?" she say.

I keep right on staring at my iron.

"I think they said Jackson. But why don't they want us to buy it?"

My hands is shaking. How can this be happening? I keep ironing, trying to make what's beyond wrinkled smooth.

A second later, the Tide commercial's over and there's Dennis James again holding up the book and Miss Joline's still all red in the face. "That's all for today," he say, "but y'all be sure and pick up your copy of Little Big Man Little Big Man and and Help Help from our sponsor, the State Street Bookstore. And see for yourself, is it or is it not about Jackson?" And then the music come on and he holler, "Good day, Mississippi!" from our sponsor, the State Street Bookstore. And see for yourself, is it or is it not about Jackson?" And then the music come on and he holler, "Good day, Mississippi!"

Miss Leefolt look at me and say, "See that? I told you they said it was about Jackson!" and five minutes later, she off to the bookstore to buy herself a copy a what I done wrote about her.

MINNY.

chapter 30.