Page 1: Dear Josie, Greetings from your Hundred and One sister. Let’s be the one today to make the change! That’s our rallying cry. Ain’t it fun! I mean, serious and important and all that too, of course. But you gotta admit, the poetry part of it is really pretty. We can’t do good if we don’t look good. That’s what me and the girls tend to say. Gerald, our chapter leader, is so militant all the time, we almost have to force him to see the fun and the beauty in it all. I swear, it’s like he thinks he’s being watched and wants to make sure everybody knows he’s a good leader. Last Thursday I told him, “Gerald, I feel like you give a speech about Black and Brown power to your shit before you flush it.” He didn’t like that. At least he had to pretend to hate it in front of everybody. But I saw him giggling at the refreshments and the cookies Virginia made weren’t that funny. Six months. Chicago has warmed up. Or maybe I’m just used to it, like Vernon said all those months ago. People at the boarding house come and go but I’ve got my little crew. I got Virginia a job at the club I work at. She’s just passing out cigars but she says it’s better than giving out ice cream in the summer and then eating nothing but scraps in the winter. It was her and I who decided to change up the Hundred and One uniforms a bit. All black is fine but we should be able to wear whatever kinda clothes we want, as long as you have your pins and buttons in some recognizable place. We kept the berets though, mostly because they were cute. The more I help, the more I want to do more. I think this might truly be one of those “callings” pastors are always talking about. Gerald and other leaders can see it too I think. They don’t praise me necessarily,