Lexie, a petite Black girl, cautiously approaches from the side of the house. She’s changed her hair since I saw her last—she has long braids now, which she’s wearing in a bun on top of her head—but I’d recognize those sharp, inquisitive brown eyes anywhere. She’s traded the stud in her nose for a thin hoop, and she’s dressed in jeans, red sandals, and an NYU T-shirt. “Lexie Scott?” Archer asks, crossing the yard to her. “Yeah. And this is Coral.” She gestures behind her at Coral, a Latinx girl
ah she got the message about the last book being too white i see
