I just finished the book The Help by Kathryn Stockett. It is an amazing book and it brought back memories for me. Of Pinky.
I knew her for a brief time in my childhood. She was the cook and/or housekeeper for relatives of mine. One summer I stayed with them for a time and “helped” Pinky in the kitchen. I’m sure I was not all that much of a help, but Pinky made me feel like I was a great help to her. She was wonderful. She smelled warm and delicious. She felt smooth and soft. Her voice fell like a comforter on my heart. She was kind, loving, and beautiful. And she could cook. (Chocolate pies…!!!) Pinky invited me to her house and my mother drove me out. Pinky had a gift for me in appreciation of my help. She gave me a cross necklace and a hug. I have a sneaking feeling that she also prayed for me. I was a very privileged little girl. I will never forget her.
“I listened wide-eyed, stupid. Glowing by her voice in the dim light. If chocolate was a sound, it would’ve been Constantine’s voice singing. If singing was a color, it would’ve been the color of that chocolate.”
― Kathryn Stockett, The Help