"Nothing really," he mentioned, slightly obstinate."Well that's all right," his aunt sympathized. "Sometimes it takes time.Sometimes you just have to ...ocus on what you want."If anything, he appreciated her impartiality.That night they sat down to dinner for chicken, corn, and broccoli. Fordessert, his aunt served her homemade sweet potato pie, which heexpected to be bland and unappealing - but it was surprisingly good.There was something very soft and creamy in the ingredients - maybecream, or. The makeup. As shepicked up a golden tube I asked, "What does lipstick taste like, anyway?"She shook her head. "It doesn't taste like anything." Well, if I have to wear it, I want it to taste good."She sighed, and she really looked annoyed. Then she turned her headtoward my sister. "Martha? Did you bring your Tinkerbell makeup kitalong?" When she nodded affirmatively, mom had her bring it to her. Shepicked up the lipstick. "This is strawberry flavored lipstick. Don't eatit!" I nodded. She made. “Don’t want to poach on Nathan’s girl.” He said my boyfriend’s name with derision. “I mean, I’m here, and he’s not.”“Because you’re an expert on White girl asses. Otherwise, he’d be here.” I smiled at Terry. “He is a great boyfriend.”I really, really didn’t want to put back on the skirt, but I had to walk out of here wearing something. I ended up buying a couple of pairs of the ones with hearts on them. Well, they had a variety of them. There was one with stars, another with a four-leaf. Now go to your young man and make me proud of you." He said in a rather strange way.I didn't arrive at the dance until eleven p.m. as I didn't want to spend time socializing. The gym was packed with people. They all looked like children to me. Many of them were sitting in the bleachers necking. Hardly anyone was dancing. Maybe I had made a mistake coming so late. I wondered if Ray had already found someone else, then I felt something brush against me."May I have this dance with the most.