He had known that before. He couldn t sleep that night, so he sat on the floor of his room, examining every piece of his body, checking to make sure it was all his. Nothing the body does is simple. He traced the lines on the bottom of his feet. Using a mirror he touched the curving patterns of his scalp and counted the vertebrae in his back.
Nothing is simple.
The picture would later be taken from a respectable, private collection, placed in one issue of a respectable, private magazine, soliciting many angry letters. But this had not yet happened. Many things had not yet happened, including a large change in the national opinion of which hates were acceptable and which were not. But this has not yet happened, like many other things. Right now she is standing inside, wearing a red dress with dots, which her mother had chosen as being acceptable.