Lord, I never seen blue hair on a black woman before or since. Leroy say you look like a cracker from outer space.

She dumb.” I sigh. “But she ain’t stupid.

I may not remember my name or what country I live in, but you and that pie is something I will never forget.

I listened wide-eyed, stupid. Glowing by her voice in the dim light. If chocolate was a sound, it would've been Constantine's voice singing. If singing was a color, it would've been the color of that chocolate.

I'd cry, if only I had the time to do it.

What you learn today?" I ask even though she ain't in real school, just the pretend kind. Other day, when I ask her, she say, "Pilgrims. They came over and nothing would grow so they ate the Indians." Now knew them Pilgrims didn't eat no Indians. But that ain't the point.

But after Mr. Evers got shot a week ago, lot a colored folk is frustrated in this town. Especially the younger ones, who ain't built up a callus yet.