“Well, it seems to always get bigger.” Paint lifted his forearm and looked at it. “I tried to color myself with hair dye but I couldn’t get the color right. It was always darker or lighter. So I give up.” The old man nodded. “The Lord sends to each of us some chastisement. Some burden, so that we may turn to him.” “Yes sir,” said Paint. “Yours is to turn into a white man.”