"Donnie Williams?" I say, "That's my dad's name."
The black man writing his name on the client sign-in sheet in my office does a slow take, no expression, taking in my pale skin, and the moment seems quite long until I say, deadpan, "I don't think we're related."
He snorts, smiles, shakes his head, replies, "We might be, if you're from North Carolina."
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