I hadn’t been back since that day. The day that white woman changed my life. I realized how fragile and delicate human nature was, white, black, or any color. It was the following spring before I returned to that solitary side street. Though it was spring, the house still stood there looking as ominous as it had that winter. The gray paint had peeled off the house since the last time I had seen it. The branches of the hedges were spindly and curled around the gray iron fence like ivy. The buds were small and hung on the branches of the shrubbery like cocoons. There was a For Sale sign stuck into the hard ground near the long front sidewalk. The grass was unruly and needed to be tended, just as I had thought it would. That’s why I
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