“I’ll have you know that I’m married to a fine, intelligent Negro girl,” he said. So that’s what makes you so cocky, I thought, seeing now how the light struck him at an angle and made a wedge-shaped shadow beneath his nose. So that’s it … and how did I guess there was a woman in it? “Brother, I apologize,” I said. “I misjudged you. You have our number. In fact, you must be practically a Negro yourself. Was it by immersion or injection?”
