Reading Response 3/18

Reading the story Krik? Krak! I felt sorry for the women and her son. The women lost her husband and did what she had to do to provide for herself and her son. "There are two kinds of women: day women and night women. I am stuck between the day and night in a golden amber bronze" (Danticat, 84). The women seems to work as a call girl they come to her house late at night after her son has gone to bed. " I watch the piece-worker women march one another to the open market half a day's walk from where they live. I thank the stars that at least I have the days to myself" (Danticat, 88). The women was not pleased with herself as to what she had to do to provide the job she chose was not something anyone would be able to do, but for her she did it so she would have the days to herself. 

Even though what she choose to do was and is frowned upon she did it so that she would be able to spend time with her son throughout the day. At night before she would work she seemed to take time and reflect on her choices and the way it will affect her son later in his life. "Should my son wake up, I have prepared my fabrication. One day, he will grow too old to be told that a wandering man is a mirage and that naked flesh is a dream" (Danticat, 88). The women also seems to feel some guilt when it comes to sleeping with these men. "I see his wife's face in the beads of sweat marching down his chin" (Danticat, 88). The lies that she has to tell her son so that he doesn't know the truth about what she is doing as well as feeling the guilt of sleeping with married men gives the women a kind of stress that haunts her thoughts as she tries to find excuses to justify her actions.

In the story Indigo, I liked how the main character Indigo was tough and did not care how badly she played the fiddle. " Indigo sat in her window, working with her fiddle, telling the wind and all his brothers, what was on her mind, the turmoil in the spirit realm, the luxuriant realities she meandered in her sleep" (Shange, 43). She played the fiddle to her dolls and opened the window so that everyone could hear. It didn't bother her that she wasn't playing the fiddle correctly or who was listening she did it and didn't care what the reaction of others was. "Whenever she wanted to pray, she let her fiddle talk. Whenever she was angry, here came the fiddle. All the different ways of handling a violin and bow came to Indigo as she needed" (Shange, 43). The fiddle seemed to give Indigo some comfort whenever she needed it wether it was a good or bad time the fiddle was a way for Indigo to relieve some stress.