“Coincidence is the word we use when we can’t see the levers and pulleys…” pg 103
Post 10: SG
The knock was so faint that had he not been near the window waiting, it would have gone unnoticed. He peaked around the curtains to ensure it was her. She was standing with an over-stuffed canvass carry-bag held behind her which forced her graceful shoulder’s back and her rounded chest forward. Her dark hair was casually restrained by a blue headband that matched a striped dress that might have seemed quite ordinary on someone more ordinary. Her skirt began to sway back and forth as she rocked the basket behind her back, and her lips were moving as though she was singing a song. Pg. 96
Post 9: SG
Elijah knew his agent was right. The sanctimonious New York art scene would swarm to something as potentially agitating as racism like a pack of hungry hyenas. But while he believed in the message of that one piece, he didn’t want it to consume the others. After all, this trip had already exhibited a variety of colors beyond everything just being black and white. And the more color he allowed himself to see, the less distasteful Natchez seemed. Pg. 86
Gerred Lee 