"The boy never even glanced my way, but I was watching hi. Because of the read, because of the red weal that stood out on his cheekbone. What had she him him with? My parents never hit us. I couldn't seen imagine it. The boy took one look back to the bakery as if checking that the coast was clear, then his attention bakery as if checking that the coast was clear, then his attention back on the pig, he threw a loaf of bread in my direction. The second quickly followed and he sloshed back to the bakery, closing the kitchen door tightly behind him." pg.30~31