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A package to be delivered, like a bundle of leaflets. Without warning the machine begins to pitch, a boat struck by waves. She had the manner of a nurse enquiring after a patient — concerned, but with a certain detachment, as though this were no more than a task to complete before moving on to the next bed. When she has finished the tea she manages to sleep, a nodding, awkward sleep more like a patient slipping in and out of consciousness than someone getting rest. She likes that.
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Click here. Subjects Fiction Literature. Fiction Literature. Publication Details Publisher: More about Heidi Durrow. Rachel also struggles to find common ground between her old-fashioned grandmother and herself. Rachel dreams of learning and college while her grandmother thinks the best Rachel can do is to get a good husband and a job as a secretary. Meanwhile, Brick, a boy who had seen Robbie fall from the roof meets Rachel at a Salvation Army center where Rachel is working for the summer.
As a child, Brick had visited Rachel in her hospital room and had gotten to know her father. Rachel had never known about Charles or how he died. The story is told through the points of view of a variety of narrators including Rachel, Brick, Roger, Nella, and Laronne.
The stories they tell weave together to form a complete picture of Nella and Roger and their lives together. Themes addressed in the novel include the prejudice faced by black and biracial individuals as well as the different ways people handle grief in their lives.
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Browse all BookRags Study Guides. All rights reserved. Toggle navigation. I am going to think about school and practice the best cursive and learn all the big words I can know.
I am going to concentrate. Be a good girl. I wish I could go back home. Home to before the summer in Chicago.
Back to base housing in Germany when there was me and Robbie and Mor and Pop. And everything was okay. Aunt Loretta makes pancakes special for me even though she has no business in the kitchen. Two pancakes and not enough syrup is what she gives me. Syrup that makes a stain in the pancake middle, gone so fast like the pancake is thirsty. I eat exactly what she gives me. Aunt Loretta eats only one pancake. There is something dangerous about pancakes because Grandma watches us eat.
How you gonna catch a lizard with your backside loading you down? Grandma fusses at Aunt Loretta.
I am smart and know that when she says lizard she means husband. That is called learning the meaning from the context. Aunt Loretta laughs. And so do I. They are happy that I am laughing.
I am caught in before and after time. Last-time things and firsts.
Last-time things make me sad like the last time I called for Mor and used Danish sounds. I feel my middle fill up with sounds that no one else understands. Then they reach my throat. What if these sounds get stuck in me? I laugh harder, but the real laugh feels trapped inside too. I sit in the front, where I always do.
I sit quietly, like I am supposed to do. I raise my hand before speaking and write my name in the top right-hand corner of the paper. And the date. Because this is what good students do.
Anderson is homeroom and language arts. She is a black woman. Anderson is my first black woman teacher. It makes me go back in my mind: Mrs.
Marshall, first grade, favorite; Mrs. Price, second grade, not so nice; Mrs. Mamiya, third grade, beautiful; Mrs. Breedlove, fourth grade, smart; Mr. Engels, fifth grade, bald and deep voice.
I remember they are all white. There are fifteen black people in the class and seven white people. Her name is Carmen LaGuardia, and she has hair like mine, my same color skin, and she counts as black.