When I met Vance on a bus ride to Washington, DC. An excerpt from my book: I sat on the bus, riding up to DC, thinking about everything that was so wrong. Someone nudged my back. I turned around. A young black man smiled at me. “Anyone sitting with you?” he asked. “No,” I replied. “Can I sit with you? “Sure,” I said, not paying attention. He moved to the seat beside me. “What’s your name?” he asked. “Nena.” “Hi, I’m Vance. Where you headed?” he asked. “Washington DC. And you?” “Philly, my home.” “Oh. Ok. Where you coming from?” “I’m stationed at Fort Bragg. Army.” “Neat! What’s your job?” “Not important. What do you do?” “I work for Army too.” “Where?” “The JFK Center for Military Intelligence.” After an hour of talking, I began to relax with Vance. “You intrigue me,” he stated. He continued to stare at me. “Why? I mean, how do you mean...” I stammered. “You’re different, somehow. Can I see you again?” “I don’t know. I’m married.” “Give me your work number. When you make up your mind, I’ll call,” Vance said. “Ok,” I said, laughing. “That’s silly. How are you going to know when I make up my mind?” “When I call you.” I laughed out. I wasn’t certain if this was right or if I should be talking to him. We continued our chat as the bus traveled to DC. Arriving in DC, I gathered my things and hurried to leave. I didn’t want Peyton to see me talking to this man. I called Aussie on the pay phone. She said she called Peyton to let him know I was coming to DC. Vance stopped me. “Please give me your number.” I hurriedly gave him my work number and left the bus. He followed me out onto the street. “Let’s have a coke or something,” he said. “I can’t. I’m meeting someone.” “Ok. Well, I’ll call you next week, ok?” “Alright. Bye.”
Posted on: Tue, 29 Oct 2013 19:29:32 +0000
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