Oh, hell, the same crap as usual. The weather was OK, early fall and nice for a change, politicians were passing their usual hot air, some damn fourth...generation repeat of a movie that came out of a cartoon was tops on the charts, and who cared about any of it?But I couldn't rid myself of last night. Suppose— well, just suppose.Most days, once I'd waked up enough and had at least one cup of coffee, I'd get on the horn to Lisa, my girlfriend. Sometimes she'd answer, sometimes she was in. Principal Meridith Winters was in her fifty's, about fifty pounds overweight and dressed head to toe in black. The only color on her were the strands of gray in her hair and some rather pretty emerald earrings. Her face, at the moment, was stern, but he had seen her in the halls before and when she smiled it turned her from the stern disciplinarian standing in front of him into a cheery grandmother just looking after her grandchildren.When James nodded, she ushered him into her office and. Most folks around here would not even want to be seen talking to black people, much less stay at a cabin in the woods with them.” I then replied, “Joan and I were both raised in a different part of the country, and we were taught growing up that everyone should be treated with courtesy and respect, no matter their race, ethnic origin or background. We’ve tried to raise our kids the same way.” Then William continued, “The funny thing about the way some white people treat black people is that. As a result I’d have to pull out anyway. “I think she enjoyed that,” I said kissing Jillian’s shoulder. “Honestly, I’m surprised she stuck around. I was hoping to get rid of her. But having her watch was hotter than I could imagine. …Even with her being my sister, and all.” I asked her about that, “That didn't get weird for you?” Jillian smiled, “Honestly? No. She’s probably heard us before so I figured it wasn’t much different.” Even at the time I knew that was an odd rationalization on.