Chapter 29
Waiting impatiently in front of the high school for her Uncle Eddie, Mignon watched the approach of the blue Rolls Royce Cornice convertible as it pulled to the curb. Standing by the front gates, she surreptitiously glanced around, knowing that all eyes were on her. It was 1975, and at seventeen years old Mignon was a force to be reckoned with. Standing almost six feet tall, she was often mistaken for being much older. Walking to the curb, she waved so he would see her. Hmmm, she thought This‘ll give them something to talk about. The kids at her school constantly teased Mignon about the way she looked. Her height, keen features and wavy hair, were not characteristics to be proud of in the mid-seventies. She had been unable to convince people she was black enough to
