slightly less foreign than those Foundation Jews like Adam whose houses were not appropriately strung with holiday lights. Like a missing tooth on Greenwood, the Gordons’ dark house in December. Phenotype and class and the insufficiency of available categories (at Topeka High, you were, in the minds of most white people, white, black, Mexican, or Asian; Pablo Figueroa, the one Chilean in the senior class, had long since given up on getting peers to make finer distinctions) meant that, for most of his childhood, Jason passed without knowing he was passing.
