“Chris, are you Greek?” Sheila asked. “No, I’m black and Irish.”

“Chris, are you Greek?” Sheila asked.

“No, I’m black and Irish.”

There was silence in the room. Jermaine’s eyebrows raised above his glasses. Sheila said, “Chris, we know that. I meant, are you in a fraternity?”

I smiled, embarrassed, “No. No, I’m not.”

The whole room burst into laughter, myself included. Kim put a hand up and said, “Yeah, I knew there was some soul in there the minute he walked into the interview.”

Chris “C.T.” Terry, “the greek,” Story Week Reader (2011): pages 31-32.

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