I met Deirdre so many years ago - the early 1990s, I think. She got a job at the plantation where I work and we became fast friends after she corrected the way I pronounced her name. "It's DEAR-DRA, DEAR-DRA," she proclaimed loudly in her slight southern drawl. "Get it Right!" For a white girl, I thought, she sure had a lot of black girl attitude. Only thing missing was the neck roll. I liked that she wasn't afraid to take me to task and she hasn't been able to shake me loose ever since.
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