“You gotta go in there like somebody they tell things to,” he said. “Somebody that gets what she wants.” “Be white, you mean.” He nodded. “Easier that way,” he said. “I can’t go in with you. Give you away. But you just go in, say you lookin for somebody. An old friend. Not your sister, that raise too many questions. Tell ’em you lost touch, somethin like that. Just keep it light, breezy. Like a white lady with no worry on her mind.”
