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.It s because he s a bum. He shoved his hands into hispocket and walked away.I had never seen Trace so angry. He s a bum thatjust happens to be black.Not all black men are bums, Mother! Mrs.Wynn s voice cracked. You know nothing about Norman. Mom, Trace stroked his forehead, I ve known Norman since I was intenth grade.He s never held a job, plus the cops arrest him for vagrancyevery chance they get.Mother, love of my life! You can do better. This scorching conversation was more than I had bargained for.I got upfrom my seat, backed up to the door, and hoped poor Norman couldn t hearthe ranting.He seemed nice enough, but Trace was concerned for hismother s welfare.Out of the blue, Mrs.Wynn elevated her voice above Trace s baritonemeandering. Trace Hamilton.You have been the man in my life longenough! She pointed toward the door. Norman Walker is a good man.He s trying to get his act together. Mother Mother, he s forty-five years old.If he hasn t gotten ittogether by now, he won t. She shook her finger at Trace. Don t you dare be judgmental.Normanhas started a new job.He s been working for three solid months.Plus, hehasn t had a drink in six months.He s in the twelve-step program.And, foryour information, we have a new car. Trace sighed, and his shoulders slumped forward.He hung his head, thenraised his hazel eyes to look at his frazzled mother with remorse. I m sorry,Mother. You should be.I can t believe you re condemning me.You want to behappy, right? How would you feel if I said Nancy wasn t good enough foryou, especially when you know better? My eyes grew large. Oh, wow. You re right, you re right.I m sorry. He cast his eyes toward the floorand softened his voice. So, you guys are getting married, huh? Tracewalked over and hugged his mom. It s going to take me a minute to getused to this.Norman is alright, I guess.I wish you the best. Seeing Trace hugging his mom, I smiled broadly. Now, that s better.Isanyone hungry? Mrs.Wynn reached out to caress my hand. Yes, I m famished, NandiDinner smells wonderful. When Mrs.Wynn walked out to the living room, Norman stood up togreet her.She took him by the arm and kissed his lips. It s going to bealright. 51 Taboo Empress LaBlaQueWhile we stood in the bedroom, Trace pulled me aside.There was amischievous glint in his eyes.He closed the bedroom door behind us, placedhis arms around my waist, and pressed his forehead to mine.After lookinginto my eyes, he gave me a gentle kiss. Thank you, Kitten.You re a fantasticwoman.I m sorry you saw me acting foolish. He sought my lips with ameaningful kiss. In a few months, we might be having a similarconversation with your Mama. Pretending to be dumb, I grinned. Let s hope not! The End52 TuÉâà à{x Tâà{ÉÜEmpress LaBlaque is a connoisseur of fine romance.Her love for writingromance dates back to high school where her studies took a back seat to herwriting.As punishment for her lack of attention, the teacher pulled herforward and demanded that she read her paper.He admitted that her storywas good but sent her to the office anyway.Here s to you, Mr.English, andthanks.Visit her on the web at www.empresslablaque.com
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