The little flag hanging in the window had turned dirty with age. Now it didn't stick out like a sore thumb as it had when it was new. The white field surrounding the gold star was a dingy gray, almost black, matching the color of the house to which it belonged. The house was like most of the houses in the Negro district of the city. It didn't have more than three rooms - two bedrooms and a kitchen that served both as a living and dining room. There was no wallpaper covering the walls and no carpet covering the floor, but the people living there didn't mind that. This was the best house they had ever lived in - so far. All they had to do was glance at the flag, and they'd forget about the dirty rooms and the scarcity of furniture.
Manuscripts: Vol. 11
, Article 13.
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