A Christmas Memory

A conversation transcribed verbatim from a Christmas visit to family Down South.

“Oh, Donna, I read in the newspaper a few weeks ago and forgot to tell you, about a man who graduated the same year you did. James Ranfin?”

“I knew a Larry Ranfin, Mother.”

“Oh, maybe it was James Larry Ranfin.”

“Well, the guy I’m thinking of is black.”

“That might have been him. Anyway, he’s dead now.”

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