A week later we are nearing the end of our holiday. We were disappointed there was no sign at all of Mike, a man we had shared. Then one morning at the pool a chocolate colored man approached us. “You must be Bobbi. Mike told me all about you. He had to leave for a
A Fine Black Man
Marie Lowell Jenkins stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself. At the age of forty, she stood five feet ten inches tall, a bit chubby but still attractive. Her hair was short and black, and her skin was light brown. She was still a good-looking African-American woman. Times had been tough on