I walk over to the Jackson Journal office. I done wrote every Miss Myrna column for the next seven years already. It's been a month since Miss Leefolt fire me. I still ain't spent any a the money from the book. I been livin off a the Miss Myrna money an Ida Peek's garden.

I spend my days readin, else I jus sit and think. Ain't a day gone by when I don't miss Mae Mobley. I heard Miss Leefolt fixin' to hire new help, but there ain't no one who want to work for a close friend a Miss Hilly's. One-arm Ernestine done quit Miss Hilly's day after I got fired, say she can't stand it no more. No one gone work for her, either.

The storm bout the book is startin to quiet down, least it is here in Jackson. One evenin, when I was thinkin bout Baby Girl, Miss Skeeter done call me up, say to turn to channel fifteen on the tee-vee. I was real confuse, say, but Miss Skeeter, that channel come all the way from Washington, but she don't pay it no mind, just tell me to watch.

And I watch. And, lordy me, there, on my tee-vee set, is Mister Martin Luther King with my book. He talkin bout how every one a them maids in the book is brave and strong, and to keep doin what we doin. I jus bout cry, with that wonderful man talkin bout the book we done wrote.

My phone rings, and Minny starts to talk fore I even put it to my ear. "Did you see? Martin Luther King had our book!" Minny and I talk late, so pleased we finally done something good.