Someone's popcorn was done. She retrieved the popcorn and as she did, gave me a quick smile. After awhile, the crowds subsided, and we didn't have m...ch to do. We started to chit-chat a little bit. Our sons are about the same age, and they are even in the same class at school. Not long before she tells me that she's also single... and wouldn't you know... she's had trouble working up the courage to talk to me.If I thought she flirted with me before, I was wrong. She turned on her flirting. "It's not what you think," I finally said to him.Jimmy shrugged. "And what do you think I'm thinking?" he said as he glanced at me."Did she say anything?" I asked. "Did you expect her too?"I looked at him."The answer is no," he said, "And you know why?"I continued to look at him. Go ahead, son. Chew me out."Because she has something about her. Because she wouldn't want to make a scene or cause any problems. That's why." he said firmly before taking a slurp of his beer, "She said it was. From what he could tell by overhearing these various conversations, the 'fathers' of these white women's babies were all black men, and black men of mostly mid- 20's to late 30's. Robert studied the reactions of the other husbands there as their wives chatted happily about 'Tyrone' this, and 'Duane' that. There didn't seem to be a glum expression on any of these other husbands faces as their wives extolled the sexual virtues of the different young black men that had made them pregnant! He. I do that a lot. Tune out. It can't be helped. Back in reality, she was talking about her daughter, and had turned her body to face the door in certain expectance. Just like that, the door knob turned and the door opened a smidgen. A face poked through. The eyes seemed to look about skeptically, in search of something it seemed to have already predetermined not to find inside."Is this it?" The girl pushed through the door, and dropped a heavy black Samsonite suitcase on the floor."Lil, come.