“Thank the Maker!”I smiled, always grateful for my sweet, caring brother – but I had other things that needed my urgent attention. So, I left hi... to his celebrating, as he turned and slapped Larus on the back rather harder than necessary, and instead I peered up at the warm, immobile shape of my husband – who was curled around me, his arms locked tightly around my torso, hugging me to him like I was a giant teddy bear and he a frightened toddler. His face was lax, his mouth slightly open as he. The only times Black women in the Canadian capital notice a brother is when they see him walking around with a female who isn’t Black. I had done the interracial dating thing, alright? I went out with a neurotic and kind of morose White chick from Britain named Rosie, and we fizzled out during the summer of 2011. I briefly saw this Indian chick named Parvati, and it didn’t end well because she thought I was having an affair with her Chinese lady friend. No amount of talking or protesting would. According to Wikipedia, home of KC-135s and some Huey helicopters.Soon after I left Mountain Home, on my way to Fairchild, I picked up two high flying radars ahead of me. Judging by the weakness of their signals, they were a long way away, but the signals were slowly getting 'brighter' in my vision-mapped detection system. They were on the same band as the F-15Es behind me had used. It was a commonly used band, but there were fifteen Mountain Home F-15Es unaccounted for so maybe these were two. I slid off the lip off the box, and I will never forget what I saw.A rainbow of magazines, and a flurry of tissues. I set all the tissues aside, and picked up a magazine. On the cover was a woman covered in, what I thought at the time, was milk. As I flipped from page to page, the women dancing over the pages, I felt myself getting sucked in. I wanted to become one of the beautiful women.The sound of my brother's voice startled me so much I jumped, "Whatcha doing Chels?". It took me a few.