“Not all the suburbs are white.” “Name one that isn’t. Just one.” She tries. “Um . . .” He waits. “I can feel your look,” she says. “It’s very smug.” “Our suburbs,” he says, “are designed to escape the melting pot. But now they’re telling all the people they left behind precisely how they should go about rubbing elbows.”
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Dennis Lehane,
Small Mercies