My Girl Rachel
Copyright 2013 Kesia Alexandra Ryan-Webster
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We worked together, Rachel and I: cashiers in the café at the National Sculpture Garden. We became cool between sips of red wine we snuck on break and complaining about spoiled customers. Although I introduced myself to her as Sharron she rechristened me Ronnie. I had never been called anything other than Sharron. Plus she wore a grey wig on the first day of work that made her look like Storm from X-Men. The manager told her she couldn’t wear it again because colored hair wasn’t allowed. She said “a’ight” but when he walked away she turned to me and rolled her eyes.