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back to her ear and said, “I want to be on
Sex and the City
. Can you believe that a show based in New York doesn’t have some fabulous black diva having sex as well? We do have sex, you know.”
    “We’ve never had any requests from the producers fitting your profile, Yancey. I’m sure I can get you some extra work on the show, which, you know, could lead to speaking parts when they come up.”
    “Now, Lois, I can’t be hearing you correctly. You know I don’t do extra work.”
    “I know, Yancey. And it’s not something I would even bring up. But sometimes you have to find another way to crack a nut.” Lois was beginning to think she needed a chart to keep track of the things this particular client wouldn’t do. No extra work, no soap operas, no shows where her name wasn’t listed above the title, and so on and so on.
    Again Yancey pulled the phone away from her ear and stared at it. When she placed it back on her ear, she raised the level of her voice and said, “Look, Lois, when I signed on with you and your agency, you promised to treat me like a major star. Now correct me if I’m wrong, but if one of your little blonde, blue-eyed no-talent clients called and asked you to get her a reading with a show, you wouldn’t recommend that they pursue extra work, now, would you?”
    Lois took a deep breath and said, “Yancey, we can’t make this a racial thing. You know me better than that.”
    “All I know is I want to be on
Sex and the City,
and not as some damn extra. Now since you’re my agent, it’s your job to make it happen. When I was at William Morris, they never had a problem sending me on casting calls that didn’t specify a beautiful African American woman. Call me when you’ve set up my audition. Good evening!” Yancey said. She pressed the “end” button on her phone.
    ABOUT thirty minutes later, Yancey’s phone rang. She thought maybe it was Lois trying to calm her down, but her caller ID displayed Basil’s cellular number. Yancey smiled to herself, remembering the battle that ensued when she insisted that Basil remove the block on his home and cellular phone numbers. All it took was a couple of days of her not picking up the phone.
    “Hey, baby,” Yancey purred into the phone.
    “Hey, yourself. So you’re over your diva moment? Did you miss me?”
    “Of course I missed you. Where are you?”
    “At baggage claim waiting on my luggage. Just got back from Florida. Do you feel like some company?”
    “That depends on who it is,” Yancey teased.
    “Me and my special friend.” Basil laughed.
    “Do I know him?”
    “Oh, yeah, and he loves you.”
    “Then I guess I’ll start a bath for the both of you,” Yancey said.
    “Where’s your roomie?”
    “Baby, it’s Sunday and you know Sister Windsor is at church.”
    “Do you want to come over to my place instead?”
    “You come on over here. We will be well into our bath before she comes in. Besides, I got something special to go with our bath. Should I get it ready?”
    “You do that. By the way, I signed another for-sure first-round pick, and he’s a white boy.” Basil laughed.
    “That’s great! I have some big news too.”
    “What?” Basil asked.
    “I should make you wait, but since you shared your big news with me, I’m going to be on
Sex and the City,
” Yancey said.
    “Baby, that’s one of your favorite shows. I’m so proud of you,” Basil said.
    “Then get your luggage and come over here and show me how proud you are,” Yancey said as she glanced at her smiling reflection in the mirror.
    ABOUT an hour later Yancey’s doorbell rang. She looked at herself once again in the mirror, then looked out the peephole, from which she could scan his handsome profile and watch Basil adjust his tie. She ran to turn on the music she had placed in her CD system, then raced to open the door wearing nothing but a black sheer teddy that cupped the lines of her breasts and hips. Nina Simone’s “I Could Put a Spell on