have enough for a couple of years. If I need more, Iâll find work. I know Grandpa would want me to try.â
âNot if he was your father, he wouldnât. And getting him to change his mind was about as easy as sticking your head up your hind parts and reciting the Gettysburg Address in pig Latin. Nohow would he put up with a daughter of his running off to New York.â
âIâm not running off.â
âYour grandfather used to say that a colored man has to be twice as good to go half as far. And I can tell you itâs worse for a colored girl.â
âDoes the past have to be my future?â
âYou donât change the past by taking up with a white man. Some white men would like nothing better than to take a rich, good-looking colored girl up North and pass her off as white.â
Calmly, Kendall said, âI know Iâm not white. And if I forget, theyâs lots of nearby folks to remind me.â
âThatâs Godâs own truth, so I suppose I taught you a thing or two. And hereâs something else. White people donât have a clue what it is to be a colored. Not one damn clue.â
Kendall was not as calm as she appeared. Her time with Julian had been wondrous. When theyâd finished making love, Kendall was sore, and Julian had drawn her a bath, sprinkling in bath salts that made the water as redolent as the air after a thunderstorm. As she soaked he changed the blood-spotted sheets, then brought her a terry-cloth robe, which heâd warmed up in a tumble dryer, and when they were done drinking another glass of wine, her soreness was gone, and they got into bed, and he rubbed her with baby oil. Then he was kissing herâeverywhereâuntil she couldnât take it anymore, and this time there was no pain, just their pushing against each other until someone who sounded exactly like Kendall started singing a scat song with the refrain, Fjul-uck-jul-jul-ian-ian , and she shuddered as the tension began to leave her in long, slow beats. But the next day, as Kendall ate breakfast with her sorority sisters in the hotel coffee shop, she was distressed by Julianâs failure to see the people on Ocean Drive gaping at them with revulsion. And though Kendall ached to be with Julian now, that didnât mean Garland was without wisdom; one reason her mother was so vexing: she frequently knew what she was talking about.
Garland said, âWhere do you come to a boy like Julian? I swear you got ahold of the only Jew who drinks.â
âMama!â
âDonât âMamaâ me. I donât have a prejudiced bone in my body. But Kendall, our familyâs made a name for itself, and we did it when white folks thought we should be doing for them. Whatâs his family got?â
âHis fatherâs a professorââ
âWithout a nickel to his name. The mother grew up in an orphanage and their son ran away to become a moonshiner. Like Jarvis Scales. Not even a high-school diploma. This boy Julianâs not good enough for you. Heâs got nothing but the ability to forget his place.â
âJesus, God, youâre talkinâ like one of those Main-Line white ladies Grandpa couldnât stand.â
âYouâre not hearing me because youâre like a man nowâa person more interested in whatâs happening in his drawers than his head.â
They laughed, both of them embarrassed. Save for the facts-of-life talk Garland had given Kendall years ago, it was the frankest conversation about sex sheâd had with her daughter.
Garland wagged an index finger at Kendall. âDonât you bring me any of those zebra babies. No black-and-white stripes, you hear?â
âI hear.â
Garland had calculated that by now sheâd be furious. Yet her fury had deserted her, leaving her so sad she couldnât bear it. In a searing flash of memory, she recalled Ezekiel sitting in his rocker with Kendall on
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