Susan didn’t have much to go on.
Just a photo of her parents.
In spite of the racial barrier.
That much she knew.
She also had one photo of herself with her mother, before her big decision had been made.
And she had the wistful stories her granny had told.
Granny had raised her.
Beautiful glamorous Granny had known.
The world would always consider Susan black.
And Granny hadn’t known about this new baby.