Monkey WrenchChapter 29
I dried off and dressed. Black slacks, a shirt with buttons, if there were belts and shoes I might have looked good enough to serve coffee in an office. The girls fared better. They had dresses, blouses, attempts at class. There were no laces or sashes by which we could asphyxiate ourselves. “I thought black guys were supposed to be really big,” Marin did not need to enunciate that. She was saying, “Oh, he’s just another Dean.” An under the breath mumble, that’s all it would’ve taken....