When he remained silent I asked, “Is it a problem with Cathy?”Tyler shook his head. Still he didn’t speak.After another silence I said, “Tyler..., we’ve always been able to tell each other everything. What’s wrong?”He can’t even look at me. He’s too embarrassed to tell me whatever it is that’s bothering him. Now I’m really getting worried.I asked, “Tyler, are you in trouble?”He shook his head and said, “I had a dumb idea, Mya. I shouldn’t even have thought about it. You’ll just get mad and I don’t. Her glimpse of the person turning the corner was so fleeting that she hadn’t actually identified the figure as Leda, though she knew instinctively that it was. She glanced back again, intending to clear additional space for the woman to step through, if she appeared. With a shock, Rebecca realized the gate wasn’t there. No oval hung in the air.“What? No!” she cried. Circling the space formerly occupied by the portal, she discovered no telltale line drawn on the air; running her hands. Maybe it was the lack of any with me being away so often. Maybe they would have kept her occupied, but, it never happened and so she left.’ ‘I’m so sorry,’ she said, her hand coming onto my lower arm and giving it a gentle squeeze. ‘Let’s drink up and have dinner, I’m starving.’ I couldn’t agree more and so we quickly finished our drinks and went off to the dining room and were shown to a table for two. With it being dinner, the lighting was low and every table had a candle and a small bowl of. We wanted to have c***dren by African fathers, instead."I mulled that over for a moment."So, you had this other man, this Omar, get you pregnant?" That's right," the man I'd usually regarded as my father, replied."You let another man get my mother pregnant?" Yes," he said, openly acknowledging this fact with a slight shrug of his shoulders.For a moment I wasn't sure what to say to that."You weren't...jealous?" I inquired, somewhat surprised as I thought about some of the implications of.