Truthfully, other than getting lucky back in Lotus and some street girls in Kentucky, I've had only two regular women. I liked the small breakable thing inside each one. Whatever their personality, smarts, or looks, something soft lay inside each. Like a bird's breastbone, shaped and chosen to wish on. A little V, thinner than bone and lightly hinged, that I could break with a forefinger if I wanted to, but never did. Want to, I mean. Knowing it was there, hidden from me, was enough. It was the third woman who changed eveyrthing. In her company the little wishbone V took up residence in my own chest and made itself at home. It was her forefinger that kept me on edge.
Toni MorrisonAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist
- Nationality: american
- Born: February 18, 1931