“The Emperor's Ball” was only weeks away, and I didn't have a date. Mama wasn't helping me with her advice.
“You just walk up to a boy and casually say, ‘Hey now, prom is coming up. I think it would be fun to go, don't you?'” She demonstrated her surefire technique by changing her voice to a Southern belle drawl and fluttering her eyelashes. It was so maddening!
Soon I'd be a 1967 graduate of Ross High School. I needed a white dress to wear under my graduation gown, so Mama and I rode a Greyhound
