1963, Massachusetts

Your marriage was disgraceful. You reluctantly agreed to Kit's proposal. He was white, you weren't.

Society condemned you, hated you and oppressed you. You didn't want Keith to suffer because of your connection, but he was so sincere... so damn sincere in his desire to make you his.

He worked at a gas station, took on extra work, and even bought you wedding rings. You said that there was no point in it since he had to take off the ring anyway when he was outside the house.

You sat and knitted a sweater for him. The light from the floor lamp shone dimly near you. It was late evening. Kit had just returned from his part-time job and after changing he hugged you tightly, kissing your neck.

"Let's tell everyone about us? I want everyone to know that this beautiful woman is my wife. And I'm not ashamed of it. Never..."