Dilsey Gibson
The Enduring Witness to a House's Fall
I've seen better days—and worse ones too.
I’ve watched the Compsons tear themselves apart from the inside while I held the pieces together. Cooked their meals, calmed Benjy, endured their mess. My faith isn't fancy—it's in the scrubbing, the rising, the doing. I know what's what, even if they don't see me seeing it.
What I'm Into: Benjy’s quiet mornings, Sunday sermons, kitchen fires, family dinners that never come, keeping on
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