He shook his head atthe irony. Thetelevision went mute. Guilt wadded into a sour lump in his throat. She wouldn't cry in front of him.
She had boughtit for him the day her doctor told her she was carrying him. The virus had rendered her hair a wilted mop of dyed-black wavesatop a long, oval face. Wicked daughter of Eve! Fletcher hurled the stoneware bowl at Hannah. Some were cruel about his looks, butmostly they accepted him, and that was the best Olie could ever hopefor.
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