I got up and walked over. It was Marya! "What happened to you?" I asked. "They said I stiffed them over our drinks, and they've been making me work ...the price off since you left." I know all that, Michelle," Marya smiled. "Bert's an old friend of mine.He's letting you work her as a favor to me. I set this whole thing up thisafternoon. He thinks I'm getting an old friend back for a joke that sheplayed on me. By the way, you make one sexy cocktail waitress." Well, it's no joke to me. Get me. "It was blacks Lativa that herded other blacks down to the beaches and sold them to the white men who came on ships. Whites didn't go into the interior and capture people and enslave them; it was their own black brothers who sold them into slavery. And when the white man wasn't there they sold to other black tribes or to who ever was willing to buy." That doesn't matter. It is what has happened since that matters. Ever since the black man was freed from his chains the white man has done. It was a bad day when I didn’t get see you, darlin’. ‘I know I’ve told you this story a hundred times, I know, I know, but that day after psych class, you remember, when we’d gotten that silly assignment to interview other students about their reactions to pictures from magazine advertisements, I remember walking out of class behind you and asking you to wait up. I’d been looking at you – daydreaming about you – for an hour. I remember asking you if you wanted to work on the project together.. . how am I going to handle such an obvious moral violation? I know she went on to say, I guess I will just have to call my supervisor and have him send a patrol car so we can arrest frisk and hand cuff you, and then you can be booked in the county jail for the evening? All Catherine could think of was a picture of her, getting out of a police car as news paper and TV camera men took pictures that would be on the morning news! The thought was terrifying, her husband, her boss, his boss and.