An old black man around the corner-2

Monday, was a school holiday but her mother had to go to work. Sandy walked around the neighborhood and again stopped by the black man’s house. He wasn’t on the porch this time. Sandy swallowed hard and went to the front door and knocked. “Who’s there?” the old man answered. “It’s Sandy, your neighbor,” she replied.

The black man opened the door smiling. “Hi there girl, why don’t you come inside and have some tea with me,” he chuckled. He was dressed in white shorts and a T-shirt. It really set off the blackness of his legs and arms. Sandy wondered if she was doing the right thing being alone with him but he had always been polite so she felt more relaxed. As he led her to the couch, she couldn’t help but smell a strange odor, one that she had smelled at school before. Not a bad smell though.

She sat on the couch as the black man went to the kitchen. She noticed how clean he kept the house. The furniture was old but nice. For some reason being there was exciting to Sandy although she didn’t know why. He returned with the glasses of tea and sat down beside her on the couch.