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      I take down my underthings and I tee-tee real fast, use the paper, and get it all back on before she can really see anything. Then I flush.

      “And that’s how you go in the toilet,” I say.

      Well, don’t she look surprise. Got her mouth hanging open like she done seen a miracle. I step out and fore I know it, she got her diaper off and that little monkey done climbed on that toilet, holding herself up so she don’t fall in, going tee-tee for herself.

      “Mae Mobley! You going! That’s real good!” She smile and I catches her fore she dip down in it. We run back inside and she get her two cookies.

      Later on, I get her on her pot and she go for me again. That’s the hardest part, those first couple a times. By the end a the day, I feel like I really done something. She getting to be a pretty good talker and you can guess what the new word a the day is.

      “What Baby Girl do today?”

      She say, “Tee-tee.”

      “What they gone put in the history books next to this day?”

      She say, “Tee-tee.”

      I say, “What Miss Hilly smell like?”

      She say, “Tee-tee.”

      But I get onto myself. It wasn’t Christian, plus I’m afraid she repeat it.

      Late that afternoon, Miss Leefolt come home with her hair all teased up. She got a permanent and she smell like pneumonia.

      “Guess what Mae Mobley done today?” I say. “Went to the bathroom in the toilet bowl.”

      “Oh, that’s wonderful!” She give her girl a hug, something I don’t see enough of. I know she mean it, too, cause Miss Leefolt do not like changing diapers.

      I say, “You got to make sure she go in the pot from now on. It’s real confusing for her if you don’t.”

      Miss Leefolt smile, say, “Alright.”

      “Let’s see if she do it one more time fore I go home.” We go in the bathroom. I get her diapers off and put her up on that toilet. But Baby Girl, she shaking her head.

      “Come on, Mae Mobley, can’t you go in the pot for your mama?”

      “Noooo.”

      Finally I put her back down on her feet. “That’s alright, you did real good today.”

      But Miss Leefolt, she got her lips sticking out and she hmphing and frowning down at her. Before I can get her diaper on again, Baby Girl run off fast as she can. Nekkid little white baby running through the house. She in the kitchen. She got the back door open, she in the garage, trying to reach the knob to my bathroom. We run after her and Miss Leefolt pointing her finger. Her voice go about ten pitches too high. “This is not your bathroom!”

      Baby Girl wagging her head. “My bafroom!”

      Miss Leefolt snatch her up, give her a pop on the leg.

      “Miss Leefolt, she don’t know what she do —”

      “Get back in the house, Aibileen!”

      I hate it, but I go in the kitchen. I stand in the middle, leave the door open behind me.

      “I did not raise you to use the colored bathroom!” I hear her hiss-whispering, thinking I can’t hear, and I think, Lady, you didn’t raise your child at all.

      “This is dirty out here, Mae Mobley. You’ll catch diseases! No no no!” And I hear her pop her again and again on her bare legs.

      After a second, Miss Leefolt potato-sack her inside. There ain’t nothing I can do but watch it happen. My heart feel like it’s squeezing up into my throat-pipe. Miss Leefolt drop Mae Mobley in front a the tee-vee and she march to her bedroom and slam the door. I go give Baby Girl a hug. She still crying and she look awful confused.

      “I’m real sorry, Mae Mobley,” I whisper to her. I’m cussing myself for taking her out there in the first place. But I don’t know what else to say, so I just hold her.

      We set there watching Li’l Rascals until Miss Leefolt come out, ask ain’t it past time for me to go. I tuck my bus dime in my pocket. Give Mae Mobley one more hug, whisper, “You a smart girl. You a good g irl.”

      On the ride home, I don’t see the big white houses passing outside the window. I don’t talk to my maid friends. I see Baby Girl getting spanked cause a me. I see her listening to Miss Leefolt call me dirty, diseased.

      The bus speeds up along State Street. We pass over the Woodrow Wilson Bridge and my jaw so tight I could break my teeth off. I feel that bitter seed growing inside a me, the one planted after Treelore died. I want to yell so loud that Baby Girl can hear me that dirty ain’t a color, disease ain’t the Negro side a town. I want to stop that moment from coming – and it come in ever white child’s life – when they start to think that colored folks ain’t as good as whites.

      We turn on Farish and I stand up cause my stop be coming. I pray that wasn’t her moment. Pray I still got time.

* * *

      Things is real quiet the next few weeks. Mae Mobley’s wearing big-girl panties now. She don’t hardly ever have no accidents. After what happen in the garage, Miss Leefolt take a real interest in Mae Mobley’s bathroom habits. She even let her watch her on the pot, set the white example. A few times, though, when her mama’s gone, I still catch her trying to go in mine. Sometimes she do it fore I can tell her no.

      “Hey, Miss Clark.” Robert Brown, who do Miss Leefolt’s yard, come up on her back steps. It’s nice and cool out. I open the screen door.

      “How you doing, son?” I say and pat him on the arm. “I hear you working ever yard on the street.”

      “Yes ma’am. Got two guys mowing for me.” He grin. He a handsome boy, tall with short hair. Went to high school with Treelore. They was good friends, played baseball together. I touch him on the arm, just needing to feel it again.

      “How your granmama?” I ask. I love Louvenia, she is the sweetest person living. She and Robert came to the funeral together. This makes me remember what’s coming next week. The worst day a the year.

      “She stronger than me.” He smile. “I be by your house on Saturday to mow.”

      Treelore always did my mowing for me. Now Robert does it without my even asking, never will take any money for it. “Thank you, Robert. I appreciate it.”

      “You need anything, you call me, alright, Miss Clark?”

      “Thank you, son.”

      I hear the doorbell ring and I see Miss Skeeter’s car out front. Miss Skeeter been coming over to Miss Leefolt’s ever week this month, to ask me the Miss Myrna questions. She ask about hard water stains and I tell her cream of tartar. She ask how you unscrew a lightbulb that done broke off in the socket and I tell her a raw potato. She ask me what happen with her old maid Constantine and her mama, and I go cold. I thought if I told her a little, a few weeks ago, about Constantine СКАЧАТЬ