Violet Cuesta was already having a rotten day — and in danger of it becoming her final day — even before a crazy pair tried their best to run her off the road!
The day had not suffered, by comparison with much finer days, for the trivial reasons that she could have cited on almost any prior day of the year — 1935, in Western terms. Despite the lack of much higher education, the daughter of a black father and brown mother from Puerto Rico had grown up to become a working adult in the most dazzling and intimidating city of all: New York, the Big Apple. Her job, as a…
