“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?”