" Does color matter to you?" she asked. He frowned."No." He hoped he didn't sound as insulted as he felt. The question, in a world where only one huma... had a different skin color from the rest, had a different connotation than it would at home. "It's the whole non-human part. Shanna is, mostly, human."Ewa laughed.There was a knock at the door. Doors. James was so happy to now be somewhere with doors, to have some privacy as King. Not much, but some. He rotated his neck, feeling muscles. Still, it was also muchmore of an inconvenience now that it was whipping her face andundoubtedly developing snags. Her hair was tinged with dark redhighlights, but she wasn't sure if she would get them retouched or letthem grow out. She wasn't sure if the color was worth theinconvenience.She was careful not to smudge her makeup as she pushed her hair out ofher face. It took her a good fifteen or twenty minutes every morning toget it right, and she didn't want the inconvenience of having to. Yes I forgot to give them some soup spoons. I collected the spoons and sat with the girls. Like the meal yesterday they sat with their legs touching mine. They complemented me on a lovely meal. I informed them, you have just had the one meal I can cook. Any other I generally burn including simple meat pie and chips. They laughed.We had a good meal and they enjoyed having a meal cooked for them. Heather cleared the table. Lorraine stood up and rubbed her boobs in my face as a desert. I grabbed. He'd already identified him once, from what I expected was a police mug shot. If he picked him out a second time, bully for him. But if he didn't – which was more than likely given the fact that the police would have to put five other black men with the same general build as Desmond in a row with him – it was a solid win for us. If the witness was any color other than black it would likely pose difficulty and that would mean he would almost certainly be excluded from taking the stand at.