“May I help you, ladies?”
“No!” I snapped. “We’re fine. Leave us alone.” The clerk backed away.
“What was that about?” my friend asked.
“She’s been following me around the store for Shopping While Black. I’m sick of that shit.”
“No, she hasn’t. She was on the other side folding shirts. She came to see if we needed help.”
“How would you know? You’ve never been profiled, Snow White.”
“At least I’m not paranoid.”
“Paranoid? Here’s your paranoid.”
As security escorted us from the store, I smirked in triumph. “What did I tell you?”
My former friend looked down and sighed.