At least if they ran late, she wouldn’t have far to go. Faith asked George to look at it and see if he thought it could be fixed. XXX Half the errors would only be caught on the machine, but they could still try to get rid of the other half. Most of his insults were racial. He looked it over and told her that he doubted it very much. “Oh, yes,” she whispered, her breath warm, her voice trembly against his ear. But this meant they talked more about other things, and even watched a little television. All of them were black, and three out of the four beat her. Faith jumped up to go to the door and George followed her.
