“You really wanna put up with that hassle?”
“No,” Harry admitted. “But I think it would do good for some of them to get used to taking orders from a black man. Might actually shake loose a few of their prejudices.”
“Good luck.”
“You too.”
Amanda Simmons sat on a swing in a playground, clutching the chains with both hands. The girl was lovely in a white dress with lace on the sleeves, her hair left loose to fall over her shoulders.
Tracking her down had required some effort. With no other options, Anna went back to the school to interview anyone who might be able to give her some insight. Her instincts said that Amanda knew more than she let on. One of the students, a young man in the Christian Fellowship club, told her that Amanda sometimes went to the park near her home to read.
Ann
