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Strange Fruit by Billie Holiday

As I reached the ballroom on the third floor I heard music, but I didn’t hear footsteps.  I rounded the corner and reached the doorway, and I saw them.  They were dancing, but barely.  They were holding each other close, leaning from side to side in time to the music, so slowly.  My father’s head was tipped down and they swayed this way and that while Billie Holiday sang to them a sad, dark song.

Serena looked over at me as they danced.  She shook her head slightly, and I backed out of the room.

Strange fruit, Billie Holiday sang.

Strange fruit, indeed.

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