Such a man! She laughed shaking her head in wonderment: her luck he was crazy in love with her. So they were married. In quick succession she had his children who were beautiful like him, though lighter-skinned, the girl, the youngest, nearly as light as she, the mother. He’d warned her in the early giddy days of their love (it was one of many jokes between them: his pretending to think that she might require such a warning) that most of his family was dark-skinned, very dark, black you might say, tarry-black, up from Georgia in the 1950’s and settled in and around Detroit, Michigan. It wasn’t until the wedding that she met his mother, two older sisters, and three brothers of whom one, D., was a child of eleven, his family smiling but stiffly silent in her presence; not out of resentment, she believed, of her creamy pale skin and wheat-colored gold-glinting hair but out of their sense of being alien to her, and she to them, a difference so profound it might have been molecular, cellular.
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