[She echoes dumbly. She’s never worn silk in her life, not once. Silk’s for rich people. Maybe this man, this conversation is all a hallucination? God, she hopes it is.]
Red, Sir. Red, pink, green, blue. But pink is for spoiled maids and I ain’t that. Pink is that girl’s dress, and blue.
[she shakes her head.] Me, no. I don’t like that. She truly is beautiful, like a doll. Red is for me, I think.
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[She echoes dumbly. She’s never worn silk in her life, not once. Silk’s for rich people. Maybe this man, this conversation is all a hallucination? God, she hopes it is.]
Red, Sir. Red, pink, green, blue. But pink is for spoiled maids and I ain’t that. Pink is that girl’s dress, and blue.
[she shakes her head.]
Me, no. I don’t like that. She truly is beautiful, like a doll. Red is for me, I think.