This Isn't the Help - It's a XXX Spoof Page #10

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And I'll be calling the police.

Aibee, my throat hurts.

I'll go get some syrup, Miss Leefolt.

Elizabeth can take care

of her own children.

- I'll go get the cough syrup.

- Come here, Lil Man.

I'm OK.

I didn't steal no silver.

Maybe I can't send you to jail

for what you wrote,

but I can send you for being a thief.

I know something about you.

Don't you forget that.

From what Yule Mae says, there's a lot

of time to write letters in jail.

Plenty of time to write the truth

about you. And the paper is free.

- Nobody will believe what you wrote!

- I don't know!

I been told I'm a pretty good writer.

Already sold a lot of books.

Call the police, Elizabeth.

All you do is scare and lie

to try to get what you want.

Aibileen, stop!

You a godless woman.

Ain't you tired, Miss Hilly?

Ain't you tired?

Aibileen, you have to go now.

Don't go, Aibee.

Baby, you need to get back to bed.

- Please don't leave.

- I gots to, baby. I am so sorry.

Are you going to take care

of another little girl?

No, that's not the reason.

I don't want to leave you,

but it's time for me to retire.

- You're my last little girl.

- No!

Baby. Baby.

I need you to remember everything

I told you, OK?

- OK.

- You remember what I told you?

You is kind. You is smart.

You is important.

That's right, Baby Girl.

Don't go, Aibee.

I gots to, baby.

You give my sweet girl a chance.

Mae Mobley was my last baby.

In just ten minutes,

the only life I knew was done.

Aibee!

God says we need to love our enemies.

No!

It hard to do.

But it can start by telling the truth.

No one had ever asked me

what it felt like to be me.

Once I told the truth about that...

...I felt free.

And I got to thinking

about all the people I know.

And the things I seen and done.

My boy, Treelore, always said we going

to have a writer in the family one day.

I guess it's gonna be me.

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