Once she’d been radical; her Angela Davis/street/door knocker–earring vibe had appealed to his light-skinned insecurities so that having her at his side had authenticated his questionable blackness. That initial attraction felt flimsy to him now that they were middle-aged, altered by parenthood and property taxes. He felt hoodwinked, entrapped in a predictably bourgeois life, heading on a holiday that lacked imagination, wonder, and risk.
