The only excitement I had was waiting for later when Kevin was coming over to hang out at the house with my friends. Only one person at the party, my ...riend Gail, knew about what had happened after Cedar Point and she was sworn to secrecy. “So . . .” Gail said. “So . . . what?” I asked. “So, are you and Kevin together or what?” Gail asked while we sat and smoked on the front porch, hiding our cigarettes from our parents in the backyard. “I don’t know yet. I mean last week I didn’t even realize. We ordered drinks and contemplated the menu and as we waited for our dinner, we watched as the sun slowly sank over the horizon to end another day.Our meal arrived and we ate and made small talk without falling out or even talking about this afternoon. She seemed to have gone back into that mood of hers where I was of little interest; an impression I gained when I saw her eyes flick over my shoulder a few times but I just ignored it.We finished our most excellent dinner and Sally dabbed at her. It's just that ... I mean ... I trust you." There's a 'but' in that sentence, isn't there?" Yeah, I guess there is. I mean it's been nearly eighteen months since we've been together..."She looked at me. That same old look with her head tilted sideways, like a confused dog."Okay. Come with me." She got behind me and wheeled me in to the room with the TV, her bedroom. Or perhaps our bedroom."This isn't exactly how I'd planned to do this but..." From behind me she grasped my right hand and she. Fathers and mothers of black men and black women share a special task which is both burdensome and wondrous. Raising them right in a world where the odds are often stacked against them isn’t easy. My wife and I tackled this head-on. We knew it wouldn’t be easy. We were well aware of what our sons and daughters were going to be up against. And we wanted them to be ready. Growing up in Haiti, I knew the benefits of single-sex education. Guys and girls are equal, sure, but they’re not identical..