Talking with Jacquelyn I learned that in Ohio they don’t call black people, black; they say African-American. Until we came to Ohio, I’d never even heard that expression before.
I don’t think Jacquelyn’s brothers much liked me being so nice with their sister because they kept bugging us and wouldn’t let us alone. I felt like a lone meerkat cornered by a pack of hungry Hyenas. However, she finally told them to, “Butt-out” and even punched two of them when they wouldn’t stop staring at me as if I was going to be their next meal.
The other reason that Jacquelyn and I became such good friends so quickly was because she didn’t make fun of me when she found out that I wet the sheet at night.