This chapter was narrated by Miss Skeeter.
Miss Skeeter was a white lady but unlike most other white ladies, she was freakishly tall and frizzy and odd. She had a intimate friend -the black maid-Constantine. She gave her much comfort and encouragement when Skeeter encountered something terrible. I was a little envy of Skeeter that she had a such dear friend. And what makes me shocked was that Constantine could be so understandable and wise.To some extent, I appreciate Skeeter's personality,how dare she make friends with black people and admired her so much? It dissappointed me when Constantine was out of contact with Skeeter. I wish they would meetvin the later chapters.
Sentences:
Ugly live up on the inside.Ugly be a hurtful ,mean person,is you one of them peoples
Every morning,until you dead in the ground,you gone have to make this decision. You gone have to ask yourself,am I gone believe what them fools say about me today?
If chocolate was a sound, it would have been Constantine's voice singing.If singing was a color,it would have been the color of that chocolate.
Word:
fret: v
to worry about something, especially when there is no need 〔尤指不必要地〕烦恼，发愁
~about/over sth
eg:Sometimes I fret myself to death about trivial matters.
