"I can't be your friend anymore."

"Why not?"

"Because you're brown."

"What?"

"My dad says I can't be friends with black people. I told him you're brown, and he said its the same thing."

"That's stupid." Olivia said.

"We can still hangout at school."

"My grandpa doesn't like white people."

"Why not?"

"He says white people are evil."

"Why?"

"Because of slavery and other stuff."

Fitz kicked the dirt with his sneaker and stuffed his hands further into his pockets. He really liked Olivia, but he didn't want to be in trouble with his dad. She was pretty and nice. He turned around to make sure his dad wasn't looking out the window. Olivia slumped her shoulders and Fitz leaned forward pecking her cheek. Olivia giggled.

"You will always be my best friend Olivia."

/

"What are you daydreaming about?"

"Nothing."

"You're lost in your thoughts."

"I haven't been home in a very long time."

"How long has it been?"

"Twenty years."

"We can visit more often."

"There's nothing here Edison."

"Mom, can we get out of the car?"

Olivia turned around and forced a smile for her kids. They were bored. She looked out the window, and she couldn't look away from the sight a few feet away from their SUV. A boy, about six years old riding a bike. He was the exact replica of Fitzgerald. A woman stood beside the bike ready to help if he fell.

"You're doing great Fitz. Mama's proud of you."

She looked further up the street, and her eyes glistened when she saw him walking down the street with a briefcase. He kissed the woman's cheek and turned around with keys in his hand. A few seconds later, he was stepping into an SUV.

"Do you know them?" Edison asked.

"No." Olivia said.