Black Canadians hate their own. Oh, we got problems in Black America but damn, ours pale in comparison to issues Black Canadians got with each other. ...n Black America, we say that Black is beautiful and most of us still believe in Black Love. In Canada, Black Love is a joke. And Black Canadians wonder why they can’t be community leaders, political big-shots and corporate raiders. No one can rise alone. You need the help of others who share your beliefs and your struggle. Sorry, but Superman is. See you soon!" She rolled in towards Paul. "What time are your folks getting back today?" I'm not sure; it might be late. Why didn't you look at your text?" You know why! You know it's probably from Jimmy. Do you want to come over and eat with us, later?" No, thanks, Pen, Mum's left me cold meat in the fridge. But thanks for asking." Well, I suppose I ought to be getting home, then! I'll have a nice bath: I'm all hot and sweaty! But thanks anyway for the shoulder last night, Paulie ... shall I. At some point. Honey, I know that we didn’t talk much about our past. So you might not recognize him. Well, I did introduce you to him at the wedding ceremony but again there’s a lot of guests that day. I don’t think you will remember.I am actually surprised he managed to come because a few days before my friend told me that he is in Japan. Across the globe. So I am surprised. Plus we didn’t meet for more than a few years. Yes honey I know he is not supposed to be there but he told me he need. Most oddly no unaccounted for strangers had appeared amongst the other newly arrived guests of which there was quite a number. Orcutt sighed with discontent. Zack Herman was the one he most wanted. Perhaps he and Murdock were in the Natatio. Orcutt paced his way to the swimming pool and there he soon spied Murdock’s bright blonde head bobbing in the embrace of two young ladies. A nubile young lass stood conveniently at the edge of the pool and Orcutt commandeered her to fetch Murdock. Moments.