What am I gonna do? the landlord's planning to kick me out and I don't even got enough money to stay...
"Joy and rage and wild animal gladness and shame become tangled together in the multicolored skein of fourteen-going-on-fifteen as I recall that devastating moment when I was suddenly more woman than child, years ago in Miss Lottie’s yard" (Collier).
"Yet, there are times when the image of those passionate yellow mounds returns with a painful poignancy"(Collier).
Ms. Lottie's a witch and her marigolds are ugly!!
"We had to annoy her by whizzing a pebble into her flowers or by yelling a dirty word, then dancing away from her rage, reveling in our youth and mocking her age"(Collier).
Y'all better git out of my marigolds or else!
"Whatever verve there was left in her, whatever was of love and beauty and joy that had not been squeezed out by life, had been there in the marigolds she had so tenderly cared for" (Collier).
"The witch was no longer a witch but only a broken old woman who had dared to create beauty in the midst of ugliness and sterility" (Collier).
You marigolds are the only thing of beauty in this cruel world...