"He said, 'Edie,' it was soft-like, but I heard him just as plain. 'Edie, I want to separate.' It shocked me so much at first, that it liked to knock the wind out of me, like Saul on the road to Damascus. But when I come to myself I asked him. I said, "Crockett, why you gon' leave me after all these years? We been married soon will be thirty years.' I have you to know that he couldn't give me no better reason than he didn't want me no more. That's all he could say before he told me I was black and my hands was big. When he turned his back and closed the door and left out of that house that day, I wasn't good for nothing. I left the jelly out on the stove all day, never did get it in the Mason jars. Didn't matter anyway, 'cause I was making it for Crockett. He favored peach jelly. I ended up just throwing it in the alley.
"Different ones said I oughta try to get back, not give up on one thing, but what could I do but let him go? You know you can't hold on to nobody when they ready to go. It'll kill both of you. Dead as you can die. If they wanna go, you got to let 'em go.