“This isn’t going to work if you don’t trust me, Mark,” Darren said.
“I do trust you.”
“Apparently, you don’t.”
“I do. I just saw that guy today and…I don’t know. I thought that’s the kind of man you’d rather be with.”
Darren laughed. “I talked to the guy for, like, five minutes!”
“You could have talked to him for five seconds and I probably would have thought the same thing.”
“Why? Because he was black?”
“Yes, because he was black and because he seemed like someone you’d be comfortable with.”
“You don’t think I’m comfortable with you?”
“No, I think you are, but we’ll never have the kind of bond that you’d have with another black man.”
“Carlos wasn’t black.”
“Yeah, but he wasn’t white either.”
Darren sank back in his seat and exhaled. “Mark, you need to lighten up.”
Easier said than done, I thought. I glanced at Darren before turning my attention back to the road. “You’d prefer to be with a man who isn’t white, wouldn’t you?”