She brought him coffee."Im sorry, Charlene, did I make an idiot out of myself?" Ya," she laughed, "but that's ok. Care to tell me about him?" I made a...decision somewhere in my haze of drunkenness," he smiled."What's that?" Im going to write him and tell him where I am. Im going to ask him to come to me and if he doesn't, then I'll know."She nodded. "I don't get it." You don't have to." Ok. So what's he like?" He's a cop in New York City, a damn good one. He saved my life once." How romantic.". You see, the fucking place is for sale now with a lot of its furnishings sold with it. My bitch neighbor is away in another state now and don't trust the reality agents. So she has the realtor call me and I go unlock and disarm the security system and have to be shadowing the realtor and client the whole time. Sort of awkward, but all evolved know the score and chuckle about how the bitch has such an inflated opinion of her dump. I've even joke with male realtors and their male clients about. Do both of you understand?”They nodded, but neither of them were looking at him. They only had eyes for each other. It was like watching little light bulbs go on over each of their heads. Andrew felt like he couldn’t breathe. When he finally could talk, all that came at first was mumbling. “Hey. Hi. I don’t know how to say this, but…”“I know,” she said. “I mean, I know exactly what you’re going to say, and…”“You too?”“Me too.”They kissed. The little hollow of the tree cradled them. Mia’s hands. Canada is pretty inhospitable to ambitious, college-educated young Black men. America isn’t much better but down there, you at least stand a chance. In the Confederation of Canada, you don’t stand a snowball’s chance in hell. The fake-smiling, super-polite bigots work day and night to prevent you from reaching the top. It’s what they’re all about. I have ambition to spare, folks. I really do. Don’t buy into the ‘comfort myth’ that Black men in North America are lazy, criminally inclined or.