Estha Sample Directed Writing

The people in the houses knew better than to talk to Estha. For some, fear prompted them to avert their look, to purse tight their lips, at the sight of him. Invisible people. Ghosts. For others it was even easier. They hadn't seen him at all. Propriety, good taste, social necessity empowered them to look through Estha. He became part of the riverbank. Part of the decor of the wedding cake houses with their twin tiers of white rooms. Sugar houses. Invisible Estha. And then there were the people who sensed Estha's otherwise, that he carried a knowledge which they would never share. His silence was deafening to them. It smelted of foreboding and suffering. It spoke to them of a life which both fascinated and repelled them.