‘Very nice aroma. Let’s go upstairs, sexy. You’ve been teasing me long enough tonight. I can’t wait to get at what’s underneath that dress o... yours.’ She was getting wetter, and let him lead her up. No one was upstairs yet, and she felt mild relief. He pulled her into one of the three-sided rooms and pushed her onto her knees on the bed in front of him. He ran his hands up and down her dress, pushing the silken fabric up her thighs, rubbed it back and forth across her now-naked buttocks. The. This is the mad world I walked into. Apparently, Black Canadians had never heard of Black Love. They’re all going interracial now! As a Black man who loves Black women, I found myself quite confused in this place. There were so many beautiful Black women in the city of Ottawa. Black women make up almost sixty percent of the Black population of the city of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. These ladies came from everywhere. The Republic of Haiti. Jamaica. Trinidad. Djibouti. Somaliland. Ghana. Chad.. Why?”“I miss her! She was a good babysitter!”“But you like Shanita and Kayla, right?”“Yes, but Fawn was better!”“I like her too, Pumpkin, but she’s in school in New York now.”“And she has a boyfriend!”“Yes, she does. How are your boyfriends?”“Good!” she giggled. “Mommy said they could come to the party!”I laughed, “Kara, you are a troublemaker!”“Jesse is having a New Year’s party, but it will end at 9:00pm. They’ll use the sunroom. I figured we could spare it given our guests won’t arrive until. ” The house-keeper never volunteered information, unless she was feeling nervous. “I remember,” I said, feeling as though she’d actually confirmed what I already knew was true. “I remember the swimming-pool, surrounded by rock.” We were on the opposite side of the house from the pool, so there was no way I could see it. “And there’s a statue, a...” it was a bit fuzzy, remembered staring up at something, shielding my little eyes from the sun. I wanted to say the statue I remembered.