Beth shrugged. “I’m not worried about it. If I’m stopped and identified, they can’t detain me. Besides”—she smiled—“most white men can’t tell me apart from any other Black woman.” Merritt sat up. “That’s preposterous.” Beth smiled knowingly at him, which told Merritt he was quite wrong and should probably say nothing more on the subject.
I completely forgot Beth was black. I knew Fletcher was but forgot how Beth was described.
