The flowers were laid on top of the casket. Simon's mother, red-faced, with puffy cheeks and whipped hair, whose eyes refused to show the embarrassment she felt toward the black people standing around her, stood there, unable to look into their Christian faces, so she wiped her nose instead. She turned around and briefly stared and wondered what they were thinking abut her and her beloved son, Simon.
     Mrs. Saith wondered about her absent husband, her community's complacence over the two de...
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