Annie called me at work today. She didn’t mention anything about kissing me. Maybe she forgot. She said her sister and some friends are coming up to visit her in Lakewood. She invited me over for dinner.
“If it’s nice outside, this time we will have a picnic,” she said.
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Brooke and I had lunch at The White Front, which is a hot spot in town—friendly, good food, and not expensive.
There are black folks at the university, some professors and a handful of students but not like in Atlanta. Brooke is the only person around here I really know who is black. When I was at the library a few weeks ago, I looked up the demographics of Jamestown. Only 3.8% of the population is black, whereas in Atlanta it’s about 40%. I bring this up only because Brooke talked about dating Charles.
“His family
