“And we’ll be back here with the invoice. We don’t like no darkie cow writing it up.”
“Mr. Abbott, please speak respectfully. Nonnie’s job is to fill in the invoice while you and her husband load all the supplies. Then she brings it to me. You pay for the supplies here. This is our routine.”
“I write it myself. Darkies don’t like me. They steal from me.” His obstinance comes from a lengthy line of people whose mindset stays fixed, certain that blame for their own inadequacies belongs to women, including their own mothers, and the dark-skin Others who occupy the same space. Cora knows that she must win this contest.
“Mr. Abbott, take your business elsewhere.” Cora sidesteps so that she can address a customer who stands in line behind the men. “May I help you check out?”
“We’re not done!
