Zora And Nicky: A Novel In Black And White - Plot & Excerpts
I’ll have what he’s having, thanks! I was never very discriminating when I was drinking anyway. Three years of sobriety down the drain, but the payoff—something to numb the thought of him being with her in that way, of him touching her; the thought of her making love with him— Man. I’ve never kissed anyone with lips so full and soft. And I’ve never been with a tall woman. Why, I don’t know. Maybe I felt so small myself, I wanted all those petite cuties to make me feel bigger. I only know that everything about her in my arms felt right and perfect and it just didn’t seem to matter when I held her that her skin was darker than mine. Everybody else thought it mattered. Maybe not everybody, but all the people in my little world. I knock on Richard’s door, ready for my foray back into the wonderful world of alcohol abuse. Richard opens the door, looking a little more frail than usual. He’s got a smoke in his hands. “Nicky,” he says. His green eyes light up. “It’s good to see you, son.
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