I don’t want to make somebody else. I want to make myself.
“Don’t talk to me about how much you gave me, Big Mamma, and how much I owe you or none of that.”
“Oh? I ain’t supposed to mention it?”
“OK. Mention it.” Sula shrugged and turned over on her stomach, her buttocks toward Eva.
“You ain’t been in this house ten seconds and already you starting something.”
“Takes two, Big Mamma.”
“Well, don’t let your mouth start nothing that your ass can’t stand. When you gone to get married? You need to have some babies. It’ll settle you.”
“I don’t want to make somebody else. I want to make myself.“
“Selfish. Ain’t no woman got no business floatin’ around with no man.”
“Not by choice.”
“Not by choice, I said. It ain’t right for you to want to stay off by yourself. You need…