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Forrest tells Nita they ought to go for a ride, to cheer her up; he’ll take her out to where he’s been working lately, show her some of the pretty homes out there. She’s not through cleaning house — it’s Saturday — but she puts on her black pants and scarlet blouse, with the white shoes she she wears at work in the bakery, and tightens the combs that hold her hair in its soft, sagging upsweep.