I couldn’t talk my way out of this. Maybe Lucy could do some kind of whammy on Mom’s mind, but then she’d be someone other than the woman I’d ...rown to love in more ways than one. I couldn’t bear to have something like that happen to her, even if it meant we could never share moments like the one we’d shared in her bedroom. I could feel that Mom had heard the thoughts I’d just been thinking. I sensed comforting yet still upset vibes coming from Mom’s direction. ‘I guess we better have a meeting. ” He watched my face for reaction, but I didn’t give him shock or insecurity. I flashed back to my first … second and third … encounter with this man in that clinic bedroom. I was enthralled with that man, then. I was feeling just as enthralled by him, now. He leaned forward, his forearms resting on the desktop surface, “With any arm-chair cultural perception, there is a mix of fact and fiction. What we do is feed both back to the public. It would be fiction to say that every black man has a. Was it Penny's imagination, or were her teacher's eyes getting glassy? It was a bit too dark in the room to see clearly, and of course her table wasn't exactly next to their teacher's also. At least Mrs. Chester wasn't getting green in the face or falling unconscious!Finally, to Penny's immense relief, Laura came back. She almost knocked over her chair while sitting down in her eagerness to tell Penny what she had heard. Before Penny could even start in on her for leaving her alone for so long,. My arms went around her and we just held each other. I let her get it out, and as she continued to sob against my chest I realized this was probably the first time she had really cried about the whole thing. She was the kind of woman, the kind of mother, that would want to present a strong front to Jeff.I felt oddly touched that she felt she could do this with me, in front of me. My hands were massaging her back, and the little dirty boy inside my head announced that my fingers were running.