My folks relocated a few weeks before I entered high school. The house we moved into was an inglorious shade of brown mustard that Mom described as pumpkin-colored. She tolerated it until the day when Dad – with farm-bred slyness – called it “cat-manure yellow”. After that she’d settle for nothing but gleaming white, so …
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