The other children have not only matching hair but matching faces, which is not to say that they all look alike, or even that they all look like brothers and sisters. It's just a sense of the same materials having been used, though with impressive variation. Her first day in the schoolyard, ringed around by the glossy-headed same-seeming children, their group gaze at her solo strangeness tells her: We are a tribe to which you don't belong.
