She had a nut-brown skin, a swarthy upper lip, a merry black eye, a prominent bust, and a tun-like circumference of waist. "Mr. of like, one seventy-five or something?” She looked at Michelle with worry. She was a lone white woman, therefore marked. The doctor nodded. He sat alone in his brother’s old car night after night that summer, staring blankly at the red sky beyond the abandoned farmhouse where she had once shown him her secrets.
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