We go in and he closes the door. I sit on my bed and he said I saw you looking around the church this morning. Was the girl there that you like? I shr...gged my shoulders. He said what kind of answer is that. Was she? I shook my head no. He said is that who you were looking for? I just nodded again. He said its ok, just keep the faith. He got up and left. I grabbed my iPad and played some games until lunch. After lunch, John told mom that me and him were going to run some errands. I just looked. Giving you Nica’s number gives you the choice of what pace is right for you.” He was typing again, so Elaine waited. “Elaine, I want to meet you. You are on my mind a lot. I won’t lie about that. The only reason I’m admitting that is to be honest with you. Not to pressure you. You don’t need to respond.” Elaine didn’t. It wouldn’t have been wise. Instead she kept safe. “Thank you for being honest with me.” “Welcome. Look, go get a pen and write down the number, okay? I’ll call Nica. It took weeks, but she heard about an African boy who worked at a bookseller’s establishment on the other side of town from Master Heathcoate’s print shop. One afternoon she visited the shop.She almost fainted when she saw the boy unpacking packages of books. He was so much lighter than she was, and his features were less African than hers as well, but somehow she knew, even if she’d never seen him before, he was the baby who had been taken away from her at birth. His cheekbones and nose were. My sister is a very attractive young woman but I think I have broken the habit of banging her on the odd weekend. Even if I hadn't, she's seeing a guy now who'd break me - or any other rival - in half. I love Yvette, I want to bang Yvette. Do I sound like I'm hung up on my sister?" You sound a little stressed."I took another deep breath. "Yeah. What else did you want to discuss?" What do you want to discuss?" 'Your head going through that window.' I caught myself thinking. The beauty of being.