It engulfed them in black, white, and gray. She had something of the feeling a Hindoo must experience who has been into surroundings or touched something that offends his caste. Her foster father had been outside for most of the morning, working on trimming the maple trees and mowing the lawn. She thought of Capes. She untucked his starched shirt, running her hands along his smooth torso and underneath his arms. Such apartments as she saw were either scandalously dirty or unaccountably dear, or both. .
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