The next day the black man returns. The black man who is giving aunt Nukka the creeps.
The black man, Nanuk thinks, or better the man in black because he is wearing a black suit and a black shirt with a black tie and polished black shoes. He must be freezing because he is wearing no coat above his shining black jacket and only a tiny black bowler hat on his head. His skin is white like milk or yellowish like rotten, stinky milk that has gone sour.
My name is Joe Darque, Nanuk hears him say and the grownups seem to back away from him in dislike when he takes and shakes their hands.
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