African-American Studies Part 3
Malcolm had done a fairly decent job. He had kept a straight face despite himself. In fact, all through the candle light visual at the Finnegan house he had managed to keep a calm and sober persona. He had even managed to keep a straight face when Rebecca Finnegan’s mother gave him a tight and tear-filled hug. Mrs. Finnegan was so happy that he had stopped by. She knew it would mean a lot to her daughter. He was, after all, perfect little Rebecca Finnegan’s favorite teacher. He was the reason why she wanted to go to law school when she graduated. “Which school?” He had asked and wasn’t at all surprised when she told him that perfect little Rebecca Finnegan had intended to attend Harvard. It was an expensive school, but she was already …