Personally, I like having the comics. It seems like she's absorbed in her new hobby until she speaks up. My momma's making me go somewhere, and I don't really want to. So that means you have to come with me. The Volkswagen bug is in the shop again so we have to take the Market Street El to her mom's favorite wig store.
Wigs are really big amongst a certain segment of the black population.
Uh-huh, you can't have enough wigs, unless you're into Afros or cornrows. Sheila wears her hair short and natural when she's at school, but when she goes out with her family she always wears a smooth brownish-black wig. Usually a pageboy or a flip. She lights up a joint to keep us from dying of boredom during the long journey to West Philly. I try to be casual at the way my bell-bottoms are dragging on the scum on the rocking floor of the car, but the heat of the day is getting to me.