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Show 104 and they were immersed in the flow of traffic. The Greens lived in a modest, three bedroom house. It was only a little over a mile from the Bradshaws-through a back street, not on the major street which they had travelled-but it was a different neighborhood. Here all the homes were single story, trees as high as the roofs, and Chevys and Fords in the driveways, even parked in the streets. This neighborhood wasn't a dozen years older than the Bradshaws', but there was something solid, something substantial, about it. The Bradshaws', the houses in that neighborhood, seemed in comparison-despite the Cadillacs and Chryslers and double garages-insubstantial. Almost flimsy somehow. Perhaps it was because the buildings themselves, all two story houses, were twice as large as these homes, but the lots were not much larger. No, it was more than that. There was something, Sharon decided, something in the very conception of the house in which she lived, that was cheap. Yes, that was the word! Cheap. A conception which had been based on dollars and cents primarily, and not on people's living needs. Cheap. A cheapness which had carried through from that basic concept of dollars and cents into the very materials, the rushed workmanship, of the structures themselves. Yes, although the houses in her neighborhood cost over twice as much as the houses here, there was a cheapness about them. She had felt that unconsciously ever since moving into the Bradshaws', but she had not clarified it to herself until now. Roger had driven her by his place one night-she had been curious to see where he lived-but she had never been inside. It was more |