Hell, my mom hates everyone, don’t take this personally, but she doesn’t like you very much and she isn’t shy about letting me know. ” The note of his own voice exasperated him. Even as a child she observed how men were haunted 18 by the presence of her mother. Her eyebrows were lifted in expostulation. Knowing the South Seas from hearsay and by travel, he knew something of that inertia which blunted the fineness, innate and acquired, of white men and women, the eternal warfare against indifference and slovenliness. She felt her own body stir, ready for more.
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