Tom arrived precisely at 9 AM as agreed. Two-year-old Flora rushed in ahead of him. When she didn’t find her mom in the kitchen, she ran up the stairs. Tom heard her calling, “Papa! Papa!” He went up the stairs with trepidation. They were littered with discarded clothing from two women. Marielle didn’t come home alone last night.
Tom paused outside Marielle’s bedroom. “Sorry,” he called, “she got away from me.” Again Flora called, “Papa, look.”
Marielle said, “Come on in, we’re covered, sort of.”
Tom edged around the door. Flora sat on the bed with her hands on the cheeks of a smiling woman he’d never seen before. “Look,” Flora said. “Like me.”
The woman was dark skinned – probably of Indian descent. She was approximately the same skin color as Flora. The fair-skinned Tom and Marielle looked at each other. Tom and Marielle didn’t realize that Flora was even aware of skin color yet.
Marielle sat up and tugged the duvet closer to her chin. She gestured to the woman beside her. “This is Shamira.” Shamira wiggled her eyebrows in his direction. Mirelle looked at her daughter who seemed enchanted by Shamira. “Looks like it’s time for a talk.”
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