Redhead’s got a sour look now, like someone’s forced her to drink piss. “Well,” she says with a huff. “I lived in Pastila for many, many years and I’ve never met a racist there.” She gives a half shrug, crossing her arms. “Roberta, when you focus on the negative things in life, you miss out on all the kindness people have to offer.” She lifts her head and walks away.
