“Since there were three of them, maybe this was a Trinity sort of thing. But two women and a man and none of them white?”
“As to women, I agree that each has three or four souls, but none of them a reasoning one.”
“As far as I knew white women were never lonely, except in books. White men adored them, Black men desired them and Black women worked for them.”
“The next bus pole was halfway up the block. Three black women, two white women, and a Hispanic man were standing by the post, a racial mixture so balanced it looked like a casting call for Law and Order SVU.”
“There are three things men can do with women: love them, suffer them, or turn them into literature.”
“There were three of them in the room now, where only two had first come in. Death was in the room with the two of them.”