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51 God Don’t Like Ugly They say God don’t like ugly, and those who make ugly pretty, they are the angels of God. Those who can take a shack, a low down hole with a roof, and make you want to cry for the smell of Mama’s cooking the love of days following days like a sweet-loved baby girl not fretting about nothing at all, they are the angels of God. Those who make ugly pretty. So I ride through the low country, day in day out, to the coast, holding back the waves of sleep creeping up my legs, like how death comes, just to learn to make something prettier than what it was. Around here, in Sumter County, we’ve got two kind of angels: them that make the dead smile with powders, creams, lotions, resting in peace there, prettier than they ever was when walking this earth; 52 and them that take complaining hair, dry back of the hand, facial skin, and make that pretty as morning, pretty as a poem there in the salon. They are the angels of God, for God don’t like ugly at all. Here in Sumter County, two things are sure, folks will die their ugly deaths and women lapping up the magazines won’t ever feel pretty enough for love. Me, I am too scared of the cold flesh that don’t give back, don’t move, so I caress the women’s jowls, till all they can do is smile call me angel of the Lord ’cause God don’t like ugly. ...

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