The Story of My Suspicion —- Maya becomes overwrought with rhapsodic fantasies when meeting a beautiful black woman who walks with the use of a mahogany cane. She imagines the woman has a prosthetic leg and wonders what it would be like to be held by a loving woman; she also wonders if her mind could get past the possibility the object of her obsession might have to prop her prosthetic leg against the bed post while they lie in each other’s arms.
Maya talks about her rapturous feelings for the beautiful, black woman to her gay Al anon group. She does not worry about feeling foolish in front of her confidants, who she knows like her have all had their judgment distorted by ‘the lunacy of their alcoholic loved ones’. It is told in a darkly funny, slightly southern voice that holds the reader to the very last sentence, a question asking ‘Who am I’?