A Story of Friendship

She was a black middle-aged woman from Trinidad, and at first glance, we had nothing in common. Such is often the misfortune of first glance assumptions. Tonya was black. I already said that, but feel it bears repeating. She had short kinky hair and voluminous lips. I am an Eastern European Caucasian woman, pale, blue-eyed. My hair is light brunette (or whatever similar shade my colorist has applied that month) and sadly straight. Visually, we exhibit a striking…