Read this excerpt from “Marigolds” and answer the question that follows. When I think of the hometown of my youth, all that I seem to remember is dust – the brown, crumbly dust of late summer – arid, sterile dust that gets into the eyes and makes them water, gets into the throat and between the toes of bare brown feet. I don’t know why I should remember only the dust.

In about one hundred words, discuss the tone of the above passage from "Marigolds" and how it represents the tone of the story.