Callie is biracial. Here in Small Town, no one thinks we are together. It doesn’t matter if we walk up to the counter together, if she is holding Snowbaby, if we are talking.

Every single cashier/waitress/yard sale lady acts surprised when I say that I’m paying for her things. They say, “Oh, I didn’t know she was with you.” “Oh..you are paying for her things?”

It bothers Callie. It bothers me.