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Jesus, I can't think of anything worse than reading a cleaning column,

No sass-mouthing, Minny Jackson. No sass-mouthing.

They start thinking these...

and he passed it along to Governor Barnett!

But right now I'm working on a domestic maintenance column

Yule Mae told me what y'all was up to. I didn't want to believe it.

I always thought it was gonna be him. Maybe it's gonna be me.

The Guiding Light.

So you liked it?

I need to ask you something.

You got gum in your hair,

Jamesy don't burn no cookies

Lou Ann, honey, I can't talk right now. I'm at work.

All that talk in there today...

Then read these letters and you answer them just like she would.

Whoo! I am late. I gotta get going.

is that I'll let you know if it's even worth pursuing.

might have been a day Leroy took her from our world.

Slide your chair out from under that table. Face me.

Well, I mean, as long as it doesn't interfere with her work.

...unnatural thoughts.

Now, y'all leave Sister alone.

No maid in her right mind is ever gonna tell you the truth.

Now, uh... when did you hear me say I don't want to clean this house?

Got a squeaky door hinge? Guden!

but she ain't real keen on talking to white peoples right now.

I think you done burned up your cake.

Don't hand it to them, 'cause your hands can't touch.

Is that your son?

before their mamas even get out of bed in the morning.

Once Missus Walters' arteries went hard, Miss Hilly moved her into her house

Wouldn't you rather them take their business outside?

Belzoni, Mississippi, on my great-auntie's sofa.

And for heaven's sakes, don't sit like some squaw Indian! Cross your ankles!

I can't tell you how much I appreciate your doing this with me.

My mama was a maid. My grandmama was a house slave.

- I been down. - Give me a heart attack.

But I got her back.

and she also said it'll add value to our home.

All right. I'm gonna do it.

- Eugenia! - Unless, of course, you do!

We are running behind on our coat drive. Hurry up and clean out those closets.

What in the hell?

every raffle slot for baked goods!

The birthing blues got hold of Miss Leefolt pretty hard

You don't have to do this now, Minny.