Distant+Whispers

Denmark rolled his tongue in his cheek. “And shouldn’t I be waiting for—”
“Mister Alexander, the meeting is starting jus’ now! You need to hurry. I’ll take care of Petra.”
Before Denmark could react, the secretary touched a button behind her desk and the thick door
clicked open. Her eyes flicked between the confused American and the door. She turned away from
him and began shuffling papers on her desk.
Denmark gathered his laptop bag and the briefcase that Raj had admired and slowly pulled open
the thick door. A steely look of determination settled in his eyes as he surveyed the operations floor.
Here we go, granddaddy.
Raj’s friends were instant celebrities as they crossed the busy operations floor. The nearly 100
mostly female workers eyeballed the entourage as they passed. Eyelids fluttered, mouths twisted
upwards into flirting, seducing smiles.
Look at de chinky one. He looks like that actor in the flims, Ben Affleck, ent?
Look at de tall one. He favor de actor in General Hospital.
Eh-eh! He favor de one in All My Children.
Nooo! Dawson’s Creek!
Oh gorsh, gyul! Look at de cute one next to Raj.
Um hmm. I could lik he up! He look like that actor from the flims, ent?
Denmark trailed the group, mere debris caught up in the path of their comet. A few took notice of
the creamy chocolate Negro man with the nice clothes and soft, sleepy eyes. But Trinidad was full of
Negro men with soft eyes. Nothing special.