I walked past her into my study, and she followed, her hands still behind her back and her head still down. I gestured to one of the chairs in front o... my desk, and she sat while I walked around the desk and claimed my own chair. She had moved her hands to her lap, but they were still clenched tightly. Relax, Tanya, I said quietly, leaning back in the chair. She took a deep breath and loosened her hands a bit. Look at me. I need to see your eyes for this part, I said, and she slowly raised. OK, if we had wagons, we had to have wheels. I supposed that we would go with solid wheels, simply because they would be easier to build. Once we have the wheels, the rest of the wagon would be relatively easy to design and build. Based on the farm wagons I was raised with, I would guess that we need a set of wheels about 1.0-1.1 m in diameter. All we would need is four wheels the same size for any given wagon. Each wagon could safely have wheels of a size different from any other wagons as. “Britney wanted to know how long we have been ... er, um, seeing each other, as you know. She wanted to know how I could do such a thing to her father. I, of course, repeated that you and I were matched by what Brenda and he were doing at about the same time.”Brenda interrupted, noting “No, Linda, it seems that you got the better end of that arrangement. You certainly got a longer lasting encounter than I got!”Linda glanced at her, a ghost of a smile playing about her features, and continued,. We brought them in a wholesome, natural manner. No bodily modifications based on obscure human practices. Our sons aren’t circumcised. Just like their father. And our daughters ears aren’t pierced. I don’t think people should change what Mother Nature has made. She’s wise enough to never make mistakes. 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.