As she undressed, she continued to marvel that he truly wanted to be with her, that he hadn’t just married her out of some guilt trip or sympathetic...idea. She’d been born paralyzed from the waist down and he knew they would face a host of medical issues in the years ahead, but still he wanted her. ‘I’m not marrying your wheelchair…I’m marrying YOU!’ he often whispered on those late night dates when she continued to express her concern that he really didn’t know what he was getting himself into.. Now I was a poor black female. And I was struggling to bridge thegap.There was a small beauty salon on the corner, Ruby's. I took tostopping in to get my hair done. It was a friendly place, where thewomen would gather and talk about the men. The women all talked loudly,and they laughed boisterously. I seemed to be accepted -- I was black,after all -- as just another woman working just another job andstruggling paycheck to paycheck. I paid to have my hair straightened.At the shop owner'S. Devils! My heart leapt into my throat. I was awaiting the attack but instead, I watched a few arrows send the monsters back. The Devils then turned further up the road. I saw a lone figure hurrying into a mansion after stepping on one of them. The crippled Devil’s body swelled and erupted in an explosion. Both of my horses bucked and I hurried to their sides. Calming them took some time but once they were, I returned to the cage. One of the monsters had changed! It reared up on four legs with. "Like I said, I like Annie and I think that you like her too, but she's not really your girlfriend, right?" He wasn't finished but took a pause before continuing, "you would rather she was a he, am I right?"Ronnie could see from his face that Steve knew. Finally, someone in the family had caught on! But was he the only one? Did everyone else know too? Was he only fooling himself?"Does anyone else know?" Ronnie asked."I don't think so," said Steve, suddenly more relaxed. "And I won't say.