"What is it about her vex you so?"Paul D frowned, but said nothing.
"We had one good fight about Denver. Do we need one about her too?" asked Sethe.
"I just don't understand what the hold is. It's clear why she holds on to you, but just can't see whyyou holding on to her."
Sethe turned away from the plates toward him. "what you care who's holding on to who? Feedingher is no trouble. I pick up a little extra from the restaurant is all. And she's nice girl company forDenver. You know that and I know you know it, so what is it got your teeth on edge?"
"I can't place it. It's a feeling in me."
"Well, feel this, why don't you? Feel how it feels to have a bed to sleep in and somebody there notworrying you to death about what you got to do each day to deserve it. Feel how that feels. And ifthat don't get it, feel how it feels to be a coloredwoman roaming the roads with anything God madeliable to jump on you. Feel that."
"I know every bit of that, Sethe. I wasn't born yesterday and Inever mistreated a woman in my life."
"That makes one in the world," Sethe answered.