They'd do brain scans on me, MRIs, electroencephalograms, whatever they called them. 'No, you're not,' said Aunt Queen. They wanted me to color pictures that were boring and to paste strips of paper from magazines onto cardboard. I had been a fool not to try it.
But on that first day, she seemed a true royal personage of pure whiteness, and I remember reveling in her beauty and what seemed the purity of her manner and her words. I heard those words very distinctly, and then the woman's voice. Her big low-set black eyes looked at me imploringly. Once the land had been allocated, Paxmore spent three weeks analyzing it before he allowed his associates
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