While driving through Vermont in their mint-green Studebaker, a doo-wop band stops by a forest. They spot a white girl sitting on a bench, alone. They keep to themselves. Minutes later, they hear light footsteps. Her eyes sparkling with dark curiosity, she nods to them, then toward the forest.
Her folks want her to be as pure-white as her sweater, but the sweet sixteen is an in-between. Brown hands take her sweater off. Life-altering semen glistens under the sun as she contemplates autumn-red maples. Five men make her happy and gee-whiz, they’re so doggone sweet!
They can’t give her a ride home. She knows it’s a blue world.
