“You know what I’m talking about,” Cody pinned her with his
response.
Fiona shut down and said flatly, “He’s rich, he’s famous, and
he’s white.”
Cody was getting angry. “And what does that mean?”
“It means he has no interest in someone like me. By his
standards; I’m fat, stupid, and the most unforgivable sin, not white,” Fiona
stated matter-of-factly.
Cody was trying to control his temper, but when she started
talking like this. “Face, not everyone is as small minded as the idiots you
grew up with. There are actually progressive states in the union you know.”
Fiona hissed, “Where? Name one where people aren’t being shat
on for having the audacity to date outside of their race? When was the last
time you saw a happy interracial couple?” she charged.
“So, you’re telling me that even if he was perfect for you in
every way, you wouldn’t date him because he’s white?” Cody accused.
Not really, Fiona thought to herself but she was pissed off
enough at Cody to be a jackass. “That’s right.”
“You are a racist,” he said confidently.
“Damn straight, and I got there honest.” She sighed letting
her anger drain away at the sound of her own ignorance. “Look, I know it’s
wrong, believe me I do, but every single man that has hurt me in the past has
had one thing in common. They weren’t able to get past this-” she rubbed her
skin. “It doesn’t come off, and people in this country are too ignorant to see
past it. All I would do is condemn another person to having the horrible
realization of how completely racist and sexist their entire upbringing has
been. It’s exhausting work CJ, and I’d rather sit it out.”
Cody was about to yell at her some more. He saw the tears
glistening in her eyes and knew that it hurt her so much more than she liked to
admit. Instead he just pulled her close.
“I love you, Face,” he said plainly.
He heard her long sigh. “And I love you. But you know what
I’m saying. You said as much about Frederick.”
Cody grimaced. “Yes, I did, not that Frederick ever stood a
chance, but if he did, he’s so in the closest that going down on him would
taste like mothballs. I’m much too old to be a legend maker.”
She looked up at him. “So am I. I did that when I was younger,”
she imparted.
He smiled. “We both did. Well in that case you won’t mind the
deal I made Abrams,” Cody confided.
Fiona pulled away from him looking up in an accusatory
fashion. “What deal?”
