The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce. “That’s suicidal bullshit, Lucy. But it strikes me there's a nigger in the woodpile somewhere, as you Yankees say. ” Anna looked at her steadily.
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