My maternal grandmothers house I knew every nook and cranny of. I could tell you what was in most drawers and closets except granny’s bedroom dresse... and closet because there were guns in there. The point is I never noticed these things until this week.Why do I bring this up? It’s part of the underlying process I’ve been going through. My illness has put me into a crash course. I’ve been sad the last few days. I don’t feel productive. I’ve been working about 10 hours a week. I did put in a full. It's working!" she said giving me a look."Sorry, we only kiss that one time. The class has broken up the scene into boy-girl groups, to see who understands the motivations of the script. I doubt any other boys got the idea to make out with their sister." We didn't just make out last night. We fucked each other. That was amazing. If your teacher needs you to do that, call me out of any class I may be in," she said through a grin a mile wide."Be careful. Don't tell anyone what we did. It is. For one thing, I had always been intrigued by what it would be like to 'date' (and fuck) a black guy; and now my own daughter had done what I had only occasionally fantasized about! Then there was also another contributing factor to my inward envy of my daughters flaunting of her fathers overt racism, and that had to do with Ronald's disappointing performance in bed. Ronald's idea of a good fuck was for him to come as fast as possible, and then slide off and fall asleep---leaving me hanging,. I didn’t mean that seriously...”“I do, though. Well, wives, at least. I think ... it’s just the kind of person I am. I want to leave my heart open for other people who want to belong there, I guess.”“And you want one of those people to be me.”It was a statement, not a question.“Yes, I do. You’re more than my beloved sister ... you’re my sworn protector. You’ve fought so hard for our dream, and you’ve put your life on the line for me so often, and you’ve never given up hope. You’ve always looked.