All Mye Queen's Men, Chronicles of Love - Volume II (32 page)

Queen
couldn
’
t
hear
what
was
going
on
in
the
other
room
but
she
knew
that
they
were
talking
about
her.
A
part
of
Queen
screamed,
“
Get
the
fuck
out
of
here,
right
now!
”

Still
another
part
of
her
refused
to
let
her
move
a
damn
inch.
Her
parents
taught
her
that
racism
and
bigotry
had
to
be
confronted
head
on
if
it
was
ever
to
be
defeated.
So
she
decided
to
stand
her
ground
and
tell
X
’
s
parents
to
go
fuck
themselves.

Moments
later
X
emerged.
“
Queen
are
you
alright?
Look
I
can
explain.
”
He
said
as
he
approached
Queen
to
comfort
her,
but
she
wasn
’
t
having
it.
He
tried
to
hold
her
in
his
arms
but
she
pulled
away.

“
Get
off
of
me.
”
She
warned
as
she
watched
X
’
s
dad
come
out
the
room
towards
her.

“
Mye
Queen,
I
’
m
Alexander
Hope,
Xavier
’
s
father.
Come
take
a
walk
with
me.
”
X
’
s
father
offered
as
he
extended
his
hand
to
Queen.
   

Queen
was
absolutely
pissed
by
now.
Her
eyes
never
left
X
as
she
reluctantly
took
his
father
’
s
hand
and
allowed
him
to
lead
her
outside.
   

“
Dad
let
me
talk
to
her
first.
”
X
pleaded.

“
It
’
s
okay.
Let
me
talk
to
her.
Go
check
on
your
mom
for
me.
”

Expecting
almost
anything
Queen
pulled
her
hand
out
of
Mr.
Hope
’
s
as
they
left
the
cabin.
She
followed
him
to
a
cluster
of
chairs
on
the
cabin
porch
and
stood
facing
him
as
he
offered
a
seat.

“
Have
a
seat
Queen.
”

“
No
thank
you.
I
prefer
to
stand.
”

“
Look
Queen,
I
know
what
this
may
look
like,
but
it
’
s
not
what
it
appears
to
be.
”

Queen
remained
silent.

“
Are
you
okay?
”

“
I
’
ve
been
better.
”

“
I
can
’
t
imagine
how
you
must
feel.
”

“
How
could
you
imagine
how
I
feel?
”

“
Look,
my
wife
and
I
are
not
racist.
If
that
’
s
what
you
think.
It
’
s
just
that
…
Can
I
show
you
something?
”

Queen
nodded,
her
head,
yes.

Mr.
Hope
pulled
out
his
cell
phone
and
scrolled
through
its
menu
until
he
found
what
he
was
looking
for.
“
Take
a
look
at
these.
”
He
said
as
he
gave
Queen
his
phone.

Queen
took
the
phone
and
looked
at
the
screen.
A
picture
of
a
beautiful
baby
girl
who
appeared
to
be
a
little
over
a
year
old
was
displayed.
Her
big
expressive
eyes,
and
toothless
grin
made
Queen
smile.

“
Scroll
through
there
are
plenty
more
pictures
to
see.
She
’
s
so
cute
I
can
’
t
stop
taking
pictures
of
her.
”
Mr.
Hope
beamed.
“
Isn
’
t
she
the
most
beautiful
thing
that
you
’
ve
ever
seen?
”   

Queen
smiled
and
nodded
in
agreement.
“
She
’
s
gorgeous.
Who
is
she?
”

“
She
’
s
my
granddaughter,
Katelyn.
She
’
s
almost
fifteen
months
old.
”

Confused,
Queen
took
a
closer
look
at
the
photo
of
the
cute
little
toddler
who
was
obviously
mixed.
“
She
’
s
your
granddaughter?
But
she
’
s
…”

“
Mixed?
Yeah,
she
is.
So,
you
see
we
’
re
not
racist
by
no
stretch
of
the
imagination.
”

“
But
why
did
your
wife
respond
the
way
she
did
when
she
saw
me?
”

“
Sit
down
and
I
’
ll
try
to
explain.
”
Mr.
Hope
offered
as
he
patted
the
seat
of
the
chair
next
to
him.

Intrigued,
Queen
returned
his
phone
and
took
a
seat
next
to
him.

“
Queen
my
wife
and
I
have
temporary
custody
of
Katelyn.
She
wasn
’
t
upset
that
you
were
an
African
American.
She
was
upset
because
you
reminded
her
of
someone
that
she
loved
and
adored
and
that
someone
has
passed
on.
Seeing,
you
brought
back
a
lot
of
painful
memories.
It
stirred
up
a
lot
of
emotions
that
we
tried
to
bury
when
we
buried
her.
”