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Josie and I had never been invited to a white family’s house before, which is why I had said yes, and after I told Josie all about the horror show, we assumed all white people decorated their homes with dead animal parts. No thank you very much.
Instead, they silently nursed their own double selves and worried what they revealed or leaked.
There were the same houses, the same colourless faces of the gweilos, the squat supermarkets.
These people were servants to the seasons, always turning on sprinklers and lawnmowers, or stooping over to shovel snow or rake leaves. So much wasted energy.
