And when I think about this little coincidence, I realize Jimmy Bishop was the first person I’d ever met who had left Oak Cliff and stayed gone for a good reason, and Gloria Bishop was the first parent I’d met whose questions didn’t make me sick, and Alex and Avery Bishop were the first perfect black boys I’d met that didn’t make me want to punch them in the face. And all these firsts ope’d a space for me to consider, even if I could not know for sure, that here at the other end of the world there might be yet a little room for me.
