My brother Bobbie, whose house I was at, is married to a white gal so interracial is not that big of a deal here. You better walk up to the porch with...me because my dad does believe in manners."As we got out I saw a few of the neighborhood teenagers sitting on their porches. I asked her if I should lock the car?She laughed and said, "If this car is parked in front of my house, it is so safe you could leave your keys in it and put your wallet on the hood... I'll guarantee it will all be there. Sweet sixteen: and, although he'd been kissed before, it had never felt quite like this.The moment had begun less than a minute, or perhaps an hour ago, maybe the day before yesterday, for all he recalled. Time had ceased to hold any relevance in the intimate world he shared with the girl of his dreams: He seemed to hear her name whispered amidst the surrounding trees, blown together in the late autumn breeze and tossed upon a random chance on the sea of fate which had brought them together. "I'm sorry but you have the wrong number." she replied. "may I asked whose number I dialed so that I may give a proper apology." "my name is Dana." "please forgive me Dana for disturbing your slumber." "wow you are quite the gentleman and what is your name?" "I am Theodore. Tell me what's bothering you." "it's about my boyfriend. He broke up with me today and I'm having trouble figuring out what I did wrong." "when you met him how did you feel?" "I felt as though I met the man of my dreams.". Sophia was waiting for him in his room when he got done."How'd it go?" she asked.Warren sighed. "Difficult. You know I've always been pretty well in touch with my emotions--well, for a guy, anyway." They both grinned at that. "And I've shut down since... it happened. And when I try, all I feel is pain, and humiliation, and anger. I feel weak, and abused, and all kinds of horrific things I'm not used to feeling. I never thought of myself as weak, Soph. I can't help it, now." I used to think of.