In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay\u27s first paragraph.
I remember she wore red the year she was a platinum blonde. Just picture it. Red clothes-bleached hair- Native American skin. That was my Mom. She drove a white Buick convertible and chain smoked Pall Mall cigarettes. I was in the sixth grade with Mrs. Austin; a God-awful woman who disliked me almost as much as I disliked her
