Her black smile I fondly remember

Harry Dapron

I was a white, nerdy, shy, socially invisible teenager in senior high school. She was a beautiful, black classmate with a lovely, engaging smile that I would see when she turned around in her seat in Latin class to talk to me! I liked her and she seemed to care about and maybe even like me. However, in the 1960’s I knew that was as far as it could possibly go.


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