5.18.11 Difference

Elizabeth wasn't allowed to sit in the front of the cable car, not allowed to drink out of the water fountain, to eat at the white restaurant.

She glanced around the room; everything was white. Faces were white, food was white, clothes...were white, everything, white. And little Elizabeth stuck out like a sore thumb. Like a plum in a pile of bananas, she hated it.

For years she never dared set a pinky toe in the ready-mart, a “whites only” grocery store, but today was different. She was determined to buy the food the white’s did.