“Did anyone ever give you s**t for us being together?”
“I washed my hands of a few racist pieces of s**t during our college years, yeah.”
“Tell me what they said.”
Casey looked right at me. “No.” Then he stood and touched my face. “I won’t say words that put you down or bring you down. Ever. I’ll tell you about the ones who said you were too good for me.”
“That’s dumb. You got better grades, are better looking, taller, sexier…”
“One out of three, bruh.”
I stood on tiptoe to kiss his forehead and gave him the bowl for any remnants he could lick off his fingers. “At least two.”
“Okay, I’ll give you tall and the grades. Did people dig at you about it?”
“Sometimes. ‘Why you f*****g a White boy?’ It sucks that Johnny was told he’s not what he is, and that people think you and me togethe
