“Black woman, it never crossed my mind”
“Don’t you like black women?”
“The most beautiful woman even as a mortal is you but I never expected at the ends of the world, and …”
“In the skin of a black woman?”
“You will still be glorious, even as a blob fish.”
I smiled, knowing that the voice behind me couldn’t be more accurate. The voice of the only man I knew so well. The voice of a man I married.
“In all the cosmos, Aphrodite, that whoever sees her, hears about her or even dares speaks of her name instantly falls in love with her,” he paused with a tone that I wasn’t sure if it was a question or he had more to say.