What Race Are They
They always do that, she said.
Who?
Chevy drivers.
I laugh but silently because she is serious.
What about Ford drivers? What do they always do?
She looks at me like I am a moron.
What race are they? She asks me.
I stop laughing.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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