A young black man came in, and sat next to a blonde-haired white woman who was clearly his girlfriend. They looked affectionately at one another and k...ssed. I smiled. I’m always happy to see happy couples. The world could use more of them. The two black women who had been talking previously glared at the young black man and his white girlfriend with pure disdain. I couldn’t help but smile. When the train stopped at my destination, Park Street, I couldn’t help but tell these two bitter black. Hearts and flowers decorated almost everything, with cute little animals and bows and lace in profusion. Barbie, whose tastes tended to the sticky, would love it. Pink was the overwhelmingly dominant color, with lavender, yellow and a soft blue-green for accents."How old was this little girl?" he asked."Oh, eight or nine, I guess," hazarded Richard. "Her stuff ought to fit you, since you're small. Pete and I are going to watch the Angel game if you need anything." He shut the door.How long am I. Peter and I usually "arrived" before service started — in whatever we slept in — and had breakfast watching the service on the giant plasma screen Uncle Julius bought for Aunt Rachael.Gwen joined us — which was worth like about a million gold stars for Peter. Afterwards, the three of us went mall crawling until even she was tired of shopping. She came back to the house with us an' Peter told me to cook. It was not that I minded cooking, or even that I minded her hangin' around; I just really. ”“Wow! I don’t think I expected that, but I am glad it is so. What are you planning to specialize in?”“Helm as it leads to OPS and eventually command. I want to become a captain like you.”I gave her the standard speech as to how difficult this chosen path would be, the same one I had been given on numerous occasions, but then I wished her the best of luck and expressed my sincere wish to see her on the big chair one day.Then I focused on Roghor’s daughter.”I am also surprised to see you in.