It was dark so I couldn't see his features. Andrea made me go into the kitchen so she could greet him alone. After letting him in I could hear his voi...e, it was deep and he had a dialect. I heard him comment on Andrea's outfit. She said he likes forward women. She said well I am forward but the idea of leaving my crotch uncovered was my husband's. He asked if I was there. Andrea called me to join them in the den. When I walked around the corner I was surprised to see he was black. I've never. ‘Are you always this quiet and distant?’ He made a face, the new boy did. ‘Are you always so forward?’ He sat his cheek on his hand. ‘Only when I am not getting my way.’ The new boy brushed his hair aside. ‘That should make this go by fast.’ He was irritated. ‘Is it fair to add stubborn to the list of things I’ve noticed about you in the last ten seconds?’ The new boy squinted his eyes. ‘Kriss.’ He said finally. Kriss continued reading his book—hiding his eyes once more. Twain pushed it down. Every time she was about to say something she looked at him and felt sick. He waited. Sharon took a deep breath and, without looking directly at him, said, "Who are you?" "My name is Ta'Awa.” She hesitated before the next question. "Are you...the mummy?" He shrugged. "Not strictly. A mummy isn’t a person, it's just a vessel for a soul. But yes, that mummy was made from my body, and I was in it for a long time. And now I'm out." He put his hands out to the side. "Ta-da." Sharon shook her head.. There was a certain arrogance to black teenagers that she’d always found a turn-on, ever since she’d been his age. Barely eighteen or nineteen, they thought they knew everything there was to know about life, sex … and white women in particular. Annälisa playfully twirled a loose strand of blonde hair around her index finger as she straightened. In some ways, this was ridiculous. She could pick up any guy she wanted, whenever she wanted, so why a teenager working on a supermarket checkout? Was.