Stuart needs "space" and "time," as if this were physics and not a human relationship.

As children, we looked up to our maids and our nannies, who were playing in some ways the role of our mothers. They were paid to be nice to us, to look after us, teach us things and take time out of their day to be with us. As a child you think of these people as an extension of your mother.

She's wearing a tight red sweater and a red skirt and enough makeup to scare a hooker.

Because ain’t that white people for you, wondering if they are happy enough.

Truth. It feels cool, like water washing over my sticky-hot body. Cooling a heat that's been burning me up all my life. Truth, I say inside my head again, just for that feeling.

Ever morning, until you dead in the ground, you gone have to make this decision. You gone have to ask yourself, "Am I gone believe what them fools say about me today?

I'm tired of the rules," I say.