“Some states still had laws against interracial marriage in my time,” she said quietly. “Not Michigan. I was going out with an American guy—that’s what we called white men then, even if you were born in the Detroit Chinatown like I was. His family had money. I thought I was headed for an engagement ring. Then he told me he was marrying a debutante he’d being seeing at the same time without ever letting on.”
“Why didn’t you want to go out with…you know.”
She looked up at him again. “You can’t even say it, can you? Our own men, is what you mean. Come over here and I’ll show you.”
Tom dropped the rolled poster on the floor, no longer concerned with it, and crawled over to her on the bed.
She encircled his torso with her arms and drew him close. He felt her breasts flatten softly against h
