Lucy found solace in the lack of sunshine, but the November cold was over the top, even for Illinois. She stole the opportunity to peer at his departing figure from the closed curtains of the front room window, his shoulders slumped forward, his posture and his ego slightly deflated. “Who took care of you after she died?” “My father. A white man, wandering about the streets of Canton at night, was a challenge to such a catastrophe. He pushed her small hand into his jeans. \"So, guess who just asked me to the Junior Prom?\" Lucy's eyes widened.
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