"The geranium they would put in the window reminded him of the Grisby boy at home who had polio and had to be wheeled out every morning and left in the sun to blink." Page 3.

"Old Dudley started back up the stairs. He had to take it more slowly. It tired him going up. Everything tired him, seemed like." Page 11.

"He shuffled to the chair by the window and sank down in it. His throat was going to pop. His throat was going to pop on account of a nigger - a damn nigger that patted him on the back and called him 'old-timer.' Him that had come from a good place. A good place where such as that couldn't be. His eyes felt strange in their sockets. They were swelling in them and in a minute there wouldn't be any room left for them there." Page...