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from Chapter One:
They were best friends.
Bobbie Lamont and Billie Carver had been friends since they were both six years old. Their friendship seemed odd and unusual to people who didn’t know either of them well, because while Bobbie was a white girl and came from New Orleans high society Billie was a black girl, born in the Tenth Ward and came from a blue collar, middle class family. They came from, and lived in different worlds, and if they hadn’t attended the same Catholic girls’ school, St. Augustine Academy for Girls, they wouldn’t have ever met or became friends.
They did met and hit it off right away. To their families, the people who knew them better than anyone else in the world, their friendship was puzzling, Bobbie’s mother and father, though liberals, didn’t understand why their daughter befriended a black girl, or amusing, Billie’s mother and stepfather thought Bobbie was a strange girl, preferring books to dolls and wearing overalls to dresses.
Their different personalities, instead of causing conflict between them, complimented each other. Billie was the more outgoing than Bobbie, though she did read almost as much as Bobbie. She was also more comfortable with boys, having an older brother; she knew how to handle them. Bobbie didn’t have any brothers and wasn’t close to any of her male cousins. To her, boys were confusing and she didn’t pay attention to them until she turned fifteen and went boy crazy.
They were best friends.
Bobbie Lamont and Billie Carver had been friends since they were both six years old. Their friendship seemed odd and unusual to people who didn’t know either of them well, because while Bobbie was a white girl and came from New Orleans high society Billie was a black girl, born in the Tenth Ward and came from a blue collar, middle class family. They came from, and lived in different worlds, and if they hadn’t attended the same Catholic girls’ school, St. Augustine Academy for Girls, they wouldn’t have ever met or became friends.
They did met and hit it off right away. To their families, the people who knew them better than anyone else in the world, their friendship was puzzling, Bobbie’s mother and father, though liberals, didn’t understand why their daughter befriended a black girl, or amusing, Billie’s mother and stepfather thought Bobbie was a strange girl, preferring books to dolls and wearing overalls to dresses.
Their different personalities, instead of causing conflict between them, complimented each other. Billie was the more outgoing than Bobbie, though she did read almost as much as Bobbie. She was also more comfortable with boys, having an older brother; she knew how to handle them. Bobbie didn’t have any brothers and wasn’t close to any of her male cousins. To her, boys were confusing and she didn’t pay attention to them until she turned fifteen and went boy crazy.
