The Bluest Eye

To deprive her of these fights was to deprive her of all the zest and reasonableness of life. This family, on a Saturday morning in October, began, one by one, to stir out of their dreams of affluence and vengeance into the anonymous misery of their storefront. Darlene had her head averted, her eyes staring out of the lamplight into the surrounding darkness and looking almost unconcerned, as though they had no part in the drama taking place around them. But he resisted her with such skill that she was finally driven out to escape the inevitable boredom produced by such a dainty life.