Meeting Equals

Meeting Equals White haired, the queen skin as bee wax, she had a honeyed smile when shaking hands with the president and his wife; how far they have come she had said to her husband only this morning. The presidents, the most powerful family in the world, wonder if the children are aware of that, and first lady, from a street wise lawyer, to a wife whose job was to look pretty. There was a great glow in the air, new time meets old time and the past was hidden behind a smile; however there was a question rumbling in the first lady’s mind, but she pushed it back for now: “why, it asked, are all the white folks so exceedingly nice to us?