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Lunch service was over There were only three custo coffee and an old wo on a cheese sandwich

I’d hoped Miss Fanny was on duty today, but it was another waitress who approached us “Can’tcha read?” she said, poking her thuister:

WHITES ONLY

“I’m white,” I said

Without a pause the waitress said, “You got a nigger with you Now go on, get outta here”

“Where’s Miss Fanny?” I said

“She don’t work here no more,” the woman said “ ’Cause of you”

We turned to the door I felt soob of spit, mixed hat looked like cheese It could only have come from the little old lady

When we stepped out the door our audience had swelled to a couple of dozen angry people

They gawked at us They yelled They mocked

“Kiss me,” I whispered to Moody

She looked up at me as if I were insane, but she didn’t say no

I leaned down and brought my lips to hers

A cry of pain ran through the crowd

A woirl to take to his bed”