But the sunlight that couldn't be stopped shone on the red bread - box and on the bottle - green icebox and on the blue,
marble - painted crock containing cucumber pickles and on the polished black enameled woodstove and on the pale blue safe with the pink floribunda roses painted on the two doors, and he
watched all these take their true colors back to themselves and the
faces of the men and Mrs. Parker take on the colors and shapes that they carried through daytime that were different from their
faces at night under even the brightest light, somehow more supple and creased and softer really than at night, even if they looked more battered and old.