Nice Day for a White Wedding

“You make a beautiful white wife,” declared the 22-year-old clerk behind the counter, as he rolled each of my purchases into rose-festooned tissue paper before placing them carefully into the bag. Confused and simultaneously flustered, I felt my brain start to spin.┬áMe? A white wife? In what sense? Was he commenting on my general┬ápastiness and […]

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