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would believe me, but I met Henry in nineteen-sixty eight. I cannot even
say the year without smiling. I was riding around with friend’s one day
and they said they wanted to go to the shopping center. This was during
the PM (pre-mall) period. So we went to Sears and I was messing with the
typewriters. I was looking at the new Smith Corona and all its features
when I saw him. He was so cute and shy as I don't know what. I looked at
him and he looked down. The first time he did it, I didn't think anything
of it. I walked over to the vacuum cleaners while my friends were trying
on clothes and there he was about ten feet behind me. Now I was getting
he slowly followed. When I turned toward him he panicked and asked the
sales girl how much a girdle cost. I think I bit my tongue I wanted to
laugh so bad, but my girlfriends were not so polite and burst out so loud
I thought we would be asked to leave the store. That day I remember I was
wearing this lavender mini skirt and these powder blue high-top paten
leather Go-Go boots. I’d gone to the beauty parlor a couple of days
earlier and asked Lori to cut my hair just like Diana Carroll wore her’s
moved my hips with a little extra pop. When I looked back, he was gone.
Boy, did I feel foolish because I’d done all that walking for nothing.
I decided to look for him. After all I had not finished the
show. I noticed a crowd around the TV sets and there he was. As I got
closer, there was an eerie feeling and I knew something was wrong. This
little old black lady about my height was crying and so I walked up to him
and tugged on his shirt sleeve. He looked around and said, "Hi," and I saw
his gorgeous coal black eyes and thick long dark eye lashes. And on top of
it all he had this smile that pulled you in like a hug that would last all
day. I asked, "What's going on over here," and he said, "I don't know,"
the knees. I mean this couldn’t be true. There was no way that Dr. Martin
Luther King Jr. had been shot. In my house you never called him Dr. King
or just Martin Luther King. It was almost sacrilegious not to say Dr.
Martin Luther King Jr. I could feel Henry tense as these old crackers
started saying things and he exhaled so hard I could feel each breath on
my head.
when I told them the news they were like, "Umm. Hey they got some XYZ, for
sale," or something. No, I did not associate with the brightest people in
the world.
Henry introduced himself and asked if he could walk with me back to the
car. I knew he was just ripped up inside. I could see it in his reddening
face. I don't know what it was, but I’d seen him shortly before and then
afterwards, and I could tell that this singular event had changed Henry
Davis.
American way. I don't really know what it was since we never spoke of it,
but I do know a small part of him died right there in Memphis when Dr.
I called Henry later that night, which was the first time I had
ever called a boy before they called me. When he picked up the phone I was
"Nothing," he said. "Just finished watching the news and was getting ready
to do my homework."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I could call you back another time if you like."
"No way. My homework can wait. I was going to call you anyway as soon as a
with the sounds of the riots on the television in the background. With
Henry, after the first few awkward minutes the conversation was fun. We
talked about school and about a lot of things most boys don't like talking
although at times I could tell his attention was diverted to the news. We
even liked the same TV shows. We both liked The Dean Martin Show,
especially when Nipsey Russell would be on there rhyming and stuff. And we
liked the shows everybody liked. Family Affair, I Dream of Jeanie and The
Mod Squad. He also said he liked Perry Mason. I asked him why since I was
Attorney. I told him that was cool and that I had no idea what I wanted to
be. Then Henry Louis Davis II, at the age of fifteen, laid out this plan
for me that would lead him to the White House in exactly thirty -two years.
He'd decided what college he would attend, and what law school he would
graduate from. He knew when he wanted to get married and how many kids he
wanted and what office he would run for first, second and everything. I
had a lot of friends who were ambitious, don't get me wrong. But Henry
It was so distinct and vivid that even I could envision it taking place.
He later told me that as soon as he had gotten home from Sears he took out
was from a part of town known as Liberty City. At that time it wasn't a
terrible place to live, but it was the projects and they wanted more for
their son. Looking back I can't fault them for it, but at the time it did
hurt. Henry would get his cousin to drive him to my house after lifting
weights with his friend David and we would listen to Motown records as he
tried to dance. He would be Marvin Gaye and I would be Tammy Terrell. The
only problem was he never could dance a lick but we had fun until five-
forty five when he would leave because, just like clock work, the bus
sidewalk headed to our house and I could just imagine him laughing to
Then one day for some reason he rode his bike over. Now he lived
in North Miami and their house was a good ten miles from ours, one way. He
said his cousin would not bring him and his parents were not going to be
home for a while so he just hopped on his bike and rode over.
like we usually did. And then we started touching. Just our hands at
first. I was sitting on his lap and he was saying these silly knock-knock
jokes in my ear. Although I giggled and would occasionally say "Stop it!"
Although he was cute, he never was the most coordinated brother in the
world, but I took the hint and brought my lips closer. Then nervously, he
swallowed and braced himself, as if he was about to jump out a plane, and
brought his lips to mine. As we kissed, we really did not know what to do.
It was my first real kiss and felt nothing like I expected it would or
with our lips locked waiting for someone to make the first move. As I was
kissing him, it felt good . . . but funny, so I opened my eyes and found
him looking at me. I didn't even think he knew he was supposed to keep his
eyes closed. Henry looked at me with a smile still plastered on his face
and said,
"Oh I'm goofy now, huh." His smile then disappeared as he pu t his finger
under my chin, tilted my head back and gave me a kiss that was sweeter
than any he had given me in my dreams. I felt a burn that went through my
veins and my toes curled as if I were soaking wet and had stuck my finger
tongue felt thick and goose bumps appeared all over my arms. If he didn’t
know how to kiss when he walked in the door, he was a fast learner.
At this time I was a virgin and very proud of that fact. I was
only tempted once before but nothing had enticed me to this degree.
Somehow he eased me off his lap and onto the floor then positioned himself
on top of me and we lay there dry-humping like I don't know what. He was
heavy and I absolutely loved his weight on top of me. And then I said,
"No, no. Let’s not do it here." We got up and went into my bedroom
upstairs. I was scared to death. I knew we could never get caught so that