" Miss Taylor says kids that are colored can't go to my school cause they're not smart enough." I come round the counter then. Lift her chin up and smooth back her funny-looking hair. " You think I'm dumb?" " No," she whispers hard, like she means it so much. She look sorry she said it. " What that tell you about Miss Taylor, then?" She blink, like she listening good. " Means Miss Taylor ain't right all the time," I say. She hug me around my neck, say, " You're righter than Miss Taylor." I tear up then. My cup is spilling over. Those is new words to me. "