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Neither the picture nor their mutual beauty was in any way marred by the fact that both of them had sellotaped their noses to their foreheads to give the impression of pigs' snouts. Martha turned over the photograph and read what was written there.

83 Martha, Martha, I love U

84 And I'm trying 2 tell U true

85 For this New Year 2002

86 I am going to be there for U

87 I know that U have many dreams

88 And life is not always how it seems

89 But I want U 2 put me 2 the test

90 And I will do all the rest

91 Together we will get so much higher

92 Through my love and our desire

93 Don't give up on what we've got

94 Cos Ben and Jamal love U a lot!

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She moved through the two big bedrooms, loose and alert, examining the strange foreign things in them: Arabic writing, meaningless paintings, and all those touches that rich people seem to use to look poor: wood floors, threadbare rugs, no duvets, all blankets, nothing matching. Old leather instead of new, fireplaces instead of central heating, everything wrong. Only the bathroom was impressive; p82

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Well—’ said Pam, completely astonished, and shook her head, ‘But—if you'll give me—just wait a minute, I'll—’

103 ‘I'll walk. I want to walk—I need some air.’

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Martha wound down the window that Pam had just closed and Pam felt she might just scream if the girl kept letting the outside in everywhere they went. pg 62.

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‘Well, what else were they doing. You know, Martha, they've probably never seen snow. Isn't that amazing—what a thing to see!’ P(72)

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pg.66 ‘And this just goes the most incredible orange when the fall comes. It's like the whole city is on fire. Just life, life, life everywhere. Now: the couple we're about to see,’ said Pam, walking briskly ahead, ‘They are just darling. Yousef and Amelia. He's Moroccan and so handsome and she's American, just American, and they have such a beautiful daughter, Lily.’

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p82 Martha locked herself in here, ran both of the taps full blast, and sat on the closed toilet seat. She took a worn-looking, folded photograph from her coat pocket and wept. She was crying even before she had unfolded it, but flattening it out now against her knee made it almost impossible for her to breathe.

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pg.65 Everything laid out like a promise, delayed for summer; bleached porches, dead gardens, naked trees, a sky-blue clapboard house, its rose-pink neighbor. Part of the East Coast realtor's skill is to explain what places will look like when the sun finally comes.

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‘My gosh, you are a nosy parker. I'll guess I'll have to tell you my dress size next.’ P54

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‘There aren't any black students,’ Martha said in a tone somewhere between statement and question. Pam, who was in the middle of forcing her arm though a recalcitrant coat sleeve, stopped in her position like a scarecrow, ‘Well, of course there are students of color, dear!

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Gabriel she took a worn-looking, folded photograph from her coat pocket and wept. She was crying even before she had unfolded it, but flattening it out now against her knee made it almost impossible for her to breathe. In the picture a grinning, long-lashed boy, about eighteen months old, with a head like a polished ackee nut, sat on the lap of a handsome black man.

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Gabriel she took a worn-looking, folded photograph from her coat pocket and wept. She was crying even before she had unfolded it, but flattening it out now against her knee made it almost impossible for her to breathe. In the picture a grinning, long-lashed boy, about eighteen months old, with a head like a polished ackee nut, sat on the lap of a handsome black man.

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pg.57 Pam sighed, but in fact she had, some time ago, designed a speech to answer the question, whoever it came from, ‘Well, I suppose at my age, Martha, and especially in the light of the events of last September, I just think you have to make things work for you, work for you personally, because life is really too short, and if they don't work, you just have to go ahead and cut them loose, and that's basically—’

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Martha Penk she was waiting for, a shrimpish girl pushing twenty-two, lost down there. She had on a red overcoat and cream snow boots, putting her weight on their edges like an ice skater; she seemed to waver between two doorways.

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Everything laid out like a promise, delayed for summer; bleached porches, dead gardens, naked trees, a sky-blue clapboard house, its rose-pink neighbor paragraph 65

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pg.44 It looked for a moment that the girl was about to cry—out of instinct Pam hurried towards her—but by the time she stepped outside Martha had already recovered herself, turning to peer now over the back wall towards the piercing towers and stark white crosses of the university. She seemed calmly framed by them and remote, a figure in a plastic snowstorm.

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"Sorry I'm late, I'm sorry,’ she said, but did not look sorry. Her face, very black, could not blush, and her accent, to Pam's ears very English, could not apologize. She stood in the center of the room, clumsily divesting herself of the loud red coat. "p9

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¨Though the telephone is a perfectly useless indicator of most human qualities, it's pretty precise about age. From her tiny office on the third floor, Pam Roberts looked through a window and correctly identified the Martha Penk she was waiting for, a shrimpish girl pushing twenty-two, lost down there.¨ p1

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"There aren't any black students,’ Martha said in a tone somewhere between statement and question. Pam, who was in the middle of forcing her arm though a recalcitrant coat sleeve, stopped in her position like a scarecrow, ‘Well, of course there are students of color, dear! I see them all the time—I mean, even before the affirmative action and all of that—I mean, there's always been the basketball scholarships and the rest—though it's much, much better now of course. They're completely here on their own steam now. Lots of Chinese young people too, and Indian, many. Many! Oh, there's plenty, plenty of people of color here, you'll see,’ said Pam and switched off her desk lamp."
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"Martha took her plastic pearls in her hand and twisted them. ‘They must be amazing. Focused people.’"

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"‘We'll take my car, if that's all right,’ tried Pam, anxious that Martha should not open a window but unwilling to ask her not to" p-27

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" It was hot in the room, but it was that time of year: you either fried or you froze. But Martha had already tugged on the sash, in a second her head was out there in the open air. Pam winced. She hated to see people lean all the way out of a window like that." p27

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"The cold was just too extreme; today the first snows were due, opening performance of a show that would last a dreary, relentless four months. " P1

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"The flakes were massive, consistent and quick, as if the snow was not merely falling but being delivered, like manna, because people needed it." P42

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"Martha wound down the window that Pam had just closed and Pam felt she might just scream if the girl kept letting the outside in everywhere they went." P27

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“She stood in the center of the room, clumsily divesting herself of the loud red coat. She was short, but more muscular, more solid than she had appeared from three floors up. A cheap-looking grey trouser suit and some fake pearls were conspiring to make her older than she was. The buttons on the jacket looked like rusty spare change.” P9

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p105 I think I want a one bedroom thing,’ mumbled Martha, her hand already on the doorknob, ‘One bedroom would be more…’ she said but could not finish. ‘I'm sorry,’ she said, and again Pam could not tell if she meant it

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¨Pam Roberts looked through a window and correctly identified the Martha Penk she was waiting for, a shrimpish girl pushing twenty-two, lost down there.¨ p-1