“All babies come out pale. You know the way to tell if a baby is gonna turn? You look at the tip top of their ears. If the ears are dark, then the baby will be dark. Remember, Darnell’s baby? She was yellow as can be, and you know how dark as hell he is. And, now she’s dark too.”
She likes to look at all the church ladies’ hats–red, yellow, white with silver flecks.
Her eyes rest on a young woman without a hat.
“Momma, look at that lady’s ears. They are so black.”
“No, Rose, her ears are just like ours.”
“And her lips–”
“Rose Tyler Smythe!”
She freezes and doesn’t know why.