simply feel Attorney Charles Pope is a better candidate and understands the needs of our community, especially on issues regarding the survival of the African-American family.”
With his arms folded across his chest, Raymond watched as Mrs. Ethel Mae Ware refused to answer the reporters’ questions. He suddenly wished he had taped the press conference so he could replay her statement and try to understand the organization’s opposition. Even though he felt he already knew. Because he was gay, they didn’t feel he was a part of the African-American family.
19
“I’m so sorry about this,” Yancey said as she looked at her sterling-silver watch. She nervously twisted her opal ring.
“Oh, girl, don’t worry. He’s probably just running late. You know doctors. I can’t tell you how many times
this
man has been late for a dinner engagement,” Nicole said as she patted Jared on the arm.
“Yeah, but I had a good excuse,” Jared said as he smiled at his wife and then at Yancey.
“I am so looking forward to my day off tomorrow,” Yancey said.
“Me too. But this is Broadway. It’s only a week before we open in D.C.,” Nicole said.
“I can’t believe it’s that soon. Can you believe they have us going to Grand Rapids?” Yancey said.
“So it’s Broadway bus and truck, but I tell you what, we’ll be sold out every night. In cities like that, the black folks are very supportive. Many come more than once,” Nicole said.
“I hope you’re right. I guess after this week there won’t be many nights off,” Yancey said.
“So you lovely ladies deserve a day and an evening off. Let’s not talk about the bizness and just enjoy ourselves,” Jared said.
“Okay, babe.” Nicole smiled.
The three of them were gathered at Nicole and Jared’s West Forty-ninth Street apartment for dinner on a late Sunday summer evening. The salad was tossed, steaks grilled, the potatoes baked, and the cheesecake delivered. The only thing missing was Yancey’s date, Dr. Martin Beck. Nicole and Yancey had spent the first half hour talking about members of the cast, and how exciting it was going to be traveling around the country with the show. “But only for six weeks,” Jared reminded Nicole. She smiled in agreement.
“Let’s give him about fifteen minutes and then let’s eat,” Yancey said in an annoyed tone. She gazed with envy at the dining room table set with beautiful gold and white china and crystal water goblets.
“Why don’t you call his office?” Nicole suggested, looking at her husband and so happy to be spending an evening at home entertaining. Nicole wanted to give Jared a long, deep kiss, but didn’t want to embarrass her husband or Yancey.
“You think I should?” Yancey asked.
“Why don’t you?” Jared agreed. He, too, wanted to kiss his wife, looking beautiful in a black silk pantsuit. Yancey could tell from the loving look in both their eyes that Jared and Nicole needed a few private moments. She looked at the phone on the kitchen wall and then asked Nicole, “Is there another phone?”
“Yes, yes there is. Use the one in our bedroom,” Nicole said as she pointed toward the bedroom, now finally completely furnished. She was proud of the maple canopy bed and hunter-green velvet chaise.
“I’ll be back in a heartbeat. Don’t ya’ll do nothing I wouldn’t do,” Yancey said with a mischievous smile.
“Don’t worry. Ain’t nothing I do with my wife wrong,” Jared said.
“I ain’t mad at cha,” Yancey said as she grabbed her bag and headed toward the master bedroom.
Once inside, Yancey admired the tastefully decorated bedroom. She pulled open the nightstand drawer and saw several ballpoint pens and several fast-food menus. No secrets there, Yancey thought as she shut the drawer and debated whether or not she should look in the chest. Yancey decided against that and pulled out her electronic date book. She pulled up Martin’s service number. If Martin showed up, it would be
With his arms folded across his chest, Raymond watched as Mrs. Ethel Mae Ware refused to answer the reporters’ questions. He suddenly wished he had taped the press conference so he could replay her statement and try to understand the organization’s opposition. Even though he felt he already knew. Because he was gay, they didn’t feel he was a part of the African-American family.
19
“I’m so sorry about this,” Yancey said as she looked at her sterling-silver watch. She nervously twisted her opal ring.
“Oh, girl, don’t worry. He’s probably just running late. You know doctors. I can’t tell you how many times
this
man has been late for a dinner engagement,” Nicole said as she patted Jared on the arm.
“Yeah, but I had a good excuse,” Jared said as he smiled at his wife and then at Yancey.
“I am so looking forward to my day off tomorrow,” Yancey said.
“Me too. But this is Broadway. It’s only a week before we open in D.C.,” Nicole said.
“I can’t believe it’s that soon. Can you believe they have us going to Grand Rapids?” Yancey said.
“So it’s Broadway bus and truck, but I tell you what, we’ll be sold out every night. In cities like that, the black folks are very supportive. Many come more than once,” Nicole said.
“I hope you’re right. I guess after this week there won’t be many nights off,” Yancey said.
“So you lovely ladies deserve a day and an evening off. Let’s not talk about the bizness and just enjoy ourselves,” Jared said.
“Okay, babe.” Nicole smiled.
The three of them were gathered at Nicole and Jared’s West Forty-ninth Street apartment for dinner on a late Sunday summer evening. The salad was tossed, steaks grilled, the potatoes baked, and the cheesecake delivered. The only thing missing was Yancey’s date, Dr. Martin Beck. Nicole and Yancey had spent the first half hour talking about members of the cast, and how exciting it was going to be traveling around the country with the show. “But only for six weeks,” Jared reminded Nicole. She smiled in agreement.
“Let’s give him about fifteen minutes and then let’s eat,” Yancey said in an annoyed tone. She gazed with envy at the dining room table set with beautiful gold and white china and crystal water goblets.
“Why don’t you call his office?” Nicole suggested, looking at her husband and so happy to be spending an evening at home entertaining. Nicole wanted to give Jared a long, deep kiss, but didn’t want to embarrass her husband or Yancey.
“You think I should?” Yancey asked.
“Why don’t you?” Jared agreed. He, too, wanted to kiss his wife, looking beautiful in a black silk pantsuit. Yancey could tell from the loving look in both their eyes that Jared and Nicole needed a few private moments. She looked at the phone on the kitchen wall and then asked Nicole, “Is there another phone?”
“Yes, yes there is. Use the one in our bedroom,” Nicole said as she pointed toward the bedroom, now finally completely furnished. She was proud of the maple canopy bed and hunter-green velvet chaise.
“I’ll be back in a heartbeat. Don’t ya’ll do nothing I wouldn’t do,” Yancey said with a mischievous smile.
“Don’t worry. Ain’t nothing I do with my wife wrong,” Jared said.
“I ain’t mad at cha,” Yancey said as she grabbed her bag and headed toward the master bedroom.
Once inside, Yancey admired the tastefully decorated bedroom. She pulled open the nightstand drawer and saw several ballpoint pens and several fast-food menus. No secrets there, Yancey thought as she shut the drawer and debated whether or not she should look in the chest. Yancey decided against that and pulled out her electronic date book. She pulled up Martin’s service number. If Martin showed up, it would be
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