Status Updates From Beloved

"Sethe," he says, "me and you, we got more yesterday than anybody. We need some kind of tomorrow."

Wow.

"And count my feet?" she asks him.
He steps closer. "Rub your feet."
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“It was as though Sethe didn't really want forgiveness given; she wanted it refused. And Beloved helped her out.”

Saw Sethe's eyes bright but dead, alert but vacant, paying attention to everything about Beloved…

Oh no

Awful

“One more curve in the road, and Sethe could see her chim-ney; it wasn't lonely-looking anymore. The ribbon of smoke was from a fire that warmed a body returned to her—just like it never went away, never needed a headstone.”