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Brit Bennett

  • mishiareeze721
    mishiareeze721je citiraoпре 9 месеци
    Sometimes who you were came down to the small things.
  • mishiareeze721je citiraoпре 9 месеци
    This was comfort, no longer wanting anything.
  • mishiareeze721je citiraoпре 9 месеци
    That was the thrill of youth, the idea that you could be anyone.
  • lorenabadanjak4je citiraoпре 10 дана
    Sometimes who you were came down to the small things.

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  • lorenabadanjak4je citiraoпре 10 дана
    But the truth is that when he’d first started hunting hiding people, he’d tried to find his folks. His failure was swift and humiliating; he didn’t know enough about his parents to even

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  • lorenabadanjak4je citiraoпре 10 дана
    This was his gift, a short memory. A long memory could drive a man crazy.

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  • lorenabadanjak4je citiraoпре 10 дана
    She suddenly felt that her sister would scream, so she squeezed her hand over Stella’s mouth and seconds later, felt Stella’s hand on her own. Something shifted between them in that moment. Before, Stella seemed as predictable as a reflection. But in the closet, for the first time ever, Desiree hadn’t known what her sister might do.

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  • lorenabadanjak4je citiraoпре 5 дана
    Those high cheekbones pierced her. Even after all those years, she would know Early Jones anywhere.

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  • lorenabadanjak4je citiraoпре 4 дана
    There was a note left behind in Stella’s careful hand: Sorry, honey, but I’ve got to go my own way. For weeks, Desiree carried it with her until one night, in a fit of fury, she ripped it up, scattered it outside the window. She regretted that now, wished she still had something as small as a scrap of paper with Stella’s handwriting on it.

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  • lorenabadanjak4je citiraoпре 4 дана
    Mallard, you grew up hearing stories about folks who’d pretended to be white. Warren Fontenot, riding a train in the white section, and when a suspicious porter questioned him, speaking enough French to convince him that he was a swarthy European; Marlena Goudeau becoming white to earn her teaching certificate; Luther Thibodeaux, whose foreman marked him white and gave him more pay. Passing like this, from moment to moment, was funny. Heroic, even. Who didn’t want to get over on white folks for a change? But the passe blanc were a mystery. You could never meet one who’d passed over undetected, the same way you’d never know someone who successfully faked her own death; the act could only be successful if no one ever discovered it was a ruse. Desiree only knew the failures: the ones who’d gotten homesick, or caught, or tired of pretending. But for all Desiree knew, Stella had lived white for half her life now, and maybe acting for that long ceased to be acting altogether. Maybe pretending to be white eventually made it so.

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