It so happened there was a 17-year-old girl who lived in a small town in the South. Hers was a prominent family in town. They owned the nicest white folks’ funeral home and several other businesses, so everybody knew their name. She was the picture of femininity – graceful, a voice like dusk, a long blond mane that swung when she played tennis.
But she was sullen and petulant. The doctor said she was depressed and gave her pills to take.