Chapter 3, yay! Also, this story has three followers :D I appreciate the support! Anyway, chapter 3 is Jazmine's introduction, as well as Huey trying to figure out if Sarah is a member of the Klan.

Huey, Riley, and Shauna were in the living room watching TV, or in Huey's case reading one of his 'revolutionary' texts. Being bored, Riley looked out the window, seeing a moving truck in front of the empty house across the street.

"Hey, Huey," Riley got his brother's attention, "someone's movin' in across the street." Not looking up from his book, Huey asked, "black or white?"

"Looks like both... And they got a daughter too."

"She black or white?"

"Can white people have afros?"

"Only if they're Bob Ross."

Shauna smirked as she looked out the window at the new girl, "Told you, Huey." She then turned to Riley and smiled, "Aw, she's cute. Maybe you or Huey will get a li'l girlfriend."

"Shauna, quit it! That's gay!" Riley pouted as Huey raised an eyebrow, "I don't do girlfriends, Shauna." He stood up, not putting his book down as he announced, "I'm going for a walk."

Huey stepped outside into the early June sunshine, shielding his eyes with his hand as his eyes adjusted to the light. The girl across the street turned and saw Huey, smiling as she approached, eager to make a new friend.

Huey said nothing as the girl approached him, shyly introducing herself, "Um... hi. My name's Jazmine. I just moved here."

"I could tell by the moving van," Huey didn't smile, but he spoke honestly as he told her, "Name's Huey. It's nice to have more black people here."

"I'm not black, I think..." Jazmine tilted her head as she confessed to the boy, "I never thought about that, actually."

"Well, what are you if you're not black?" Huey scrutinized as Jazmine spoke of her ethnic background, which seemed to consist of Irish, Swedish, and German on her mother's side, while her father had Cherokee, Creole, and Haitian roots, leading Huey to conclude that Jazmine was "as black as Richard Roundtree."

"Who?" Being ten years old, Jazmine had no idea who Richard Roundtree was, so Huey gave that up. Still, there was something about her that was quite nice. Maybe it was the fact that she reminded Huey of his own fleeting innocence, thinking about what could have been, before they had to live with Granddad...

"Nevermind... Just so you know, you are black, though." Huey walked under the tree in the yard, sitting down as Jazmine sat nearby, though not directly next to him, and ignored his statement about her race as she spoke up, "My dad's a lawyer. What does your dad do?"

"My granddad is retired and lives of a pension," Huey flinched a little at the mention of one of his parents, but if Jazmine saw, she didn't say anything as he continued, actually looking up at her, "I don't know what he did before, actually. Sales, maybe?"

"Do you have any brothers or sisters?" Jazmine sat with her head resting on her knees, "I'm an only child..."

Across the street, the pretty blonde Mrs. DuBois looked out the window, getting a good glimpse of the two children talking on his front lawn. Walking up from behind was a well dressed black man in a polo shirt and slacks carrying a box, "Honey, where do you want-"

"Shh, Tom, look!" She pointed out the window, "I think Jazmine's making her first friend here!" She turned around and smiled, "Aren't they cute?"

"Sarah, they just met. It's not like they'll get married." Still, Tom couldn't help but smile at his daughter's interactions with their new neighbors, "Still, I think we should pay them a visit once we get unpacked. You could make that tuna casserole your mom made on our... third date?"

"I could..." Sarah kept staring at them as her daughter and this neighbor boy continued to talk, unaware of the world around them.

Another half hour passed before Huey closed his book and decided to come inside, while Shauna and Riley were pretending they didn't watch him the whole time. Not one to be easily fooled, Huey told them bluntly "I know you two were spying on me."

"Can't help a n*gga gets curious," Huey huffed out as Shauna smirked, "So, who was that? She your little girlfriend?"

"I don't do girlfriends, Shauna." Huey went back to his undisturbed place on the sofa while Riley made his this disdain known "That's real gay, Huey."

"Riley, shut up." Shauna smacked her youngest brother upside the head while turning to her other brother as Huey complained "Well it is! Huey ain't gonna get no bitches with all this Klan watch he been plannin'!"

"The Klan watch is important, Riley! Y'never know who's a part of the Klan, especially once they're out of there robes. Everyone's a suspect."

Shauna ignored his Klan-rant and reassured him, "Well, you never know, you're only ten. Maybe you'll meet a nice girl. Or guy, I ain't judging if it feels right."

At that, Riley couldn't help but laugh, "Even Shauna thinks you won't get no bitches." Riley was greeted with a swift kick in the knee by a very irate Huey, and Shauna was forced to get between them, at least until someone rang the doorbell. Because Shauna was busy separating Huey and Riley's argument.

"Have to do everything myself around here," Robert grumbled as he answered the door, finding a mixed race couple on the other side of the door. Robert, in his tired "Can I help you two? Y'all selling Amway?"

Sarah laughed as Tom answered, "No, we're the DuBois. We just moved down the street. I'm Tom, and this is my wife Sarah," Tom offered his hand out to Robert, who shook it, a bit annoyed that his nap was interrupted, but he changed his mind upon looking at Sarah. She was a pretty woman, her blond hair cut in a respectable bob and blue eyes that shined like sapphires.

Robert greeted Sarah much more cordially, smiling, "won't you come in?" and invited the couple in, almost not noticing the little girl standing behind Sarah, sticking to her like a duckling to its own mother.

Huey and Riley were still fighting while Shauna separated them. Granddad yelled, "Boys, we got company!" Almost immediately, the two boys stood up, one on each side of Shauna as the three looked at their new neighbors.

"There are my grand-kids," Robert introduced his family, "Shauna, Huey and Riley." Jazmine peaked out from behind Sarah, her puffy hair though was a dead giveaway for her appearance however. Jazmine looked at the three of them, focused on Huey, who she knew already, but Shauna quickly noticed the little girl.

"Oh my god, you're such a cutie-pie~!" Shauna approached Jazmine, who while still shy, something about Shauna's sweet demeanor made the little girl feel at ease, and she squeaked out a quick "Thank you."

Shauna accidentally brushed her arm against Jazmine's afro, noting how dry it felt, offering "I can help you with your hair if you want to."

"Can you make it straight?" Jazmine looked up starry-eyed at the generous teenager while Huey protested the idea of his sister ironing out anyone's black features. Mixed or not, Jazmine was still black, "Shauna, you need to emphasize the beauty of Jazmine's natural features."

"Relax Huey," Shauna reassured the boy, giggling a little, "I'm just gonna use my products on her hair. Do I look like I have lye?" She then took Jazmine's hand, who was desperate to do anything about her hair, and they went up to her room.

"I really should learn about how to style Jazmine's hair," Sarah sighed a bit, "But it's all just so complicated." She then smiled and turned to her new neighbor, "I was so close to using actual lye to straighten Jazmine's hair," ending with a laugh.

"well, straight hair or not, she's a li'l cutie-pie," Robert smiled and turned to Tom, "I can see why Shauna took to her. Y'know, she always wanted a sister. When she was little, Shauna would dress up Riley in her old baby clothes and-"

"Granddad!" Riley flushed hot with embarrassment, "You said you wouldn't tell no one that!"

"Well, at my age, y'gotta get your kicks anyway you can," and the old man laughed with mild sadistic glee.

Tom walked up to Huey, offering his hand to shake as he spoke, "Your name is Huey, right? You know there was once a pretty famous person named Huey..."

"Are you referring to Huey P. Newton," Huey began after shaking Tom's hand, "co-founder of the Black Panther Party for Self-Defense and icon of the Black Power movement of the late 60s and early 70s? Because I was named after him."

"Um, actually," Tom looked away awkwardly, "I was thinking of Huey Lewis from Huey Lewis and the News, pop star of the mid-80s."

Huey shrugged, "before my time."

"Anyway," Sarah turned to Robert and the boys, "We were going to invite you over for dinner tonight. I'm making tuna casserole."

"I could go for some free food," Granddad smiled and Riley seems to agree with him, nodding. Sarah then turned to Huey, asking "What about you, Huey? Do you want to come over for dinner?"

Huey thought to himself, "This might be a good idea to see whether or not she's a deep cover Klansman," answering out loud, "I would, thank you, Mrs. DuBois."

"Don't worry about bringing anything either, we'll provide everything," She then looked at the clock in the hall, realizing how long they'd spent just talking, "Oh, I have to get it started!" She grabbed Tom by the arm, who called up to Jazmine, "We're going back home, sweetie! Come on over for dinner!"

"Okay, daddy!" Jazmine yelled back.

Upstairs, Shauna sat Jazmine on her bed as she pulled out some of her favorite products and untied Jazmine's hair, allowing it to puff up into it's natural size, which added a foot or so to Jazmine's height. Jazmine saw her hair in the mirror and hid her face, still quite envious of her mother's hair as Shauna sat behind her, "I think you look cute like this, Jazmine."

"I still wish I had straight hair like my mom," the little girl confessed, "and why does your bother say I'm black, even though I'm not. At least, I think so. I'm so confused."

"We'll, you're only ten," Shauna began, warming up some hair lotion in her hands, "Huey is a black nationalist, so he does have some biases. You don't have to pick between being black or white. You can be both, y'know. Like Mariah Carey, although I think she's got a little bit of Latin in her or something..."

"I love Mariah Carey!" Jazmine perked up at the mention of her favorite singer, feeling safe to open up a little bit, "but I wish Huey was nicer."

"Well, you gotta beat him at his own game sometimes," Shauna laughed, "trust me, I've been dealing with him since I was four. Once he gets used to you, he'll be nicer. At least in his own way. He's not very expressive." Shauna took Jazmine's hair and brushed it out with her own brush. Seeing Jazmine's concern, the teen reassured, "I don't have lice. Besides, this is a new brush. You can have it."

"Thank you," Jazmine was, swinging her legs lazily while her hair was being styled. It did feel nice to be pampered like this. And And Shauna made sure to use butterfly clips that matched Jazmine's purple and pink outfit.

When Shauna was finished with her hair, miraculously taking thirty minutes less than her mother did while getting her ready in the morning, Jazmine looked at her self in the mirror. While yes, the longing for straight hair didn't fully go away, the fact her hair was styled in two little puffs with the colorful butterfly clips dotted throughout her dark auburn hair made something inside Jazmine brighten up, with her confessing, "I like my hair like this, thank you Shauna!"

"I can help your mom pick out hair products for you and show her how to style your hair," Shauna sat cross-legged on her bed reading a fashion magazine, "It's not hard once you know what to do, like riding a bike. Wait, you know how to ride a bike, right?"

"I do. Mine's pink with some lavender tassels. Oh, and a bell!"

"Actually, I never learned how to ride a bike," Shauna sheepishly admitted, "Maybe you'll have to teach me."

It was about five fourty-five when the Freemans, with a happy Jazmine in tow, went to the Dubois house. It was much like the Freeman's own home, even with a similar lawn, though the flowers were out of season hydrangea bushes, rather than the rose bushes they had.

Jazmine rang the doorbell, sounding quite cheerful as the DuBois stood in the doorway, with Sarah changed into a nice blouse and khaki slacks, cheerfully answering, "Hi! Dinner won't be ready for about twenty minutes, but come on in!" Her gaze then shifted to her daughter and her smile widened, hugging her daughter as she exclaimed, "Oh, Jazmine, you look so precious!"

"Maybe on one of your days off, Mrs. DuBois, I can help you pick out some products for Jazmine's hair. At least some hair lotion."

"I'd love to, actually." As Sarah, Shauna and Jazmine chatted, Huey went over to Tom, who was arranging some knickknacks on a shelf when Huey asked him. "so, you're a prosecutor, right?"

"Yes I am, little man," Tom beamed proudly, "Harvard, Class of '91. Why do you ask?"

"Starting a Klan-watch. Could use a man like you on the team." Huey then gave the man a business card, which was just a piece of printer paper with the words "Member 002 of the Woodcrest Klan Watch."

"Speaking of, would you happen to know how to identify Klansmen, Tom?" Huey looked up at him, raising an eyebrow as he asked, "Perhaps I could talk to your wife-"

"Sarah is not in the Klan, Huey!" Tom yelled, but as everyone looked at the two of them, they quickly moved to another room while Tom calmed down, telling the boy, "I've known Sarah for fifteen years."

"But not her whole life."

"My wife was a lawyer for the NAACP!"

"Could be a front..."

Tom sighed as he rested his head in his palm, "Okay, fine. You can ask her yourself." Huey went out to the living room, seeing Sarah holding Jazmine in her arms as she spoke to Shauna. There was a twinge of pain and longing in his chest, but Huey didn't let that deter him as he asked Mrs. DuBois, "Are you affiliated with the Klan?"

Sarah, not really taking any offense, shook her head, "No, I never have. Um, can this wait until after dinner, Huey?"

Huey, being patient, nodded, asking only to check the linen closet for white sheets, much to Jazmine's confusion, Robert and Shauna's embarrassment, and Riley's amusement. Dinner was sort of awkward with these events having unfolded, but fortunately Sarah wasn't the type to hold grudges against children. She actually thought it was a good thing that Huey was concerned about racism. Of course, he was a bit too intense about it, sure, but overall, Sarah saw it as a positive.

"You know," Sarah changed the subject, "I've thought about going back to work for a long time, but I'm so worried about Jazmine." She then looked at Robert and Shauna, "but with neighbors like you, I don't think I have to worry too much."

"Where did you work before, Mrs. DuBois?" Robert asked, genuinely curious.

"I was a lawyer for the NAACP. I took a break to focus on raising Jazmine," Sarah smiled and added jokingly, "Good thing laws haven't changed much in the last five years."

After dinner, Tom and Robert chatted about something or other while Shauna took Jazmine and Riley up to Jazmine's room to play while Huey interrogated Sarah for a solid twenty minutes, almost getting a lead when he was a picture of Sarah in a white robe, but unfortunately, white and green where her high school colors and the graduating girls of '85 wore white robes.

Defeated at his Klan-watch's supposed lack of actual activity, Huey went upstairs to find Shauna showing Jazmine how to style her black doll's hair while Riley looked bored, but at least there was some magazines that he could flip through. Nothing too interesting to a 'hood' eight year old boy, but it was better than whatever the girls were doing.

Eventually, it was time for the Freemans to leave, and Shauna and Riley went downstairs, but before Huey could leave, Jazmine took his arm, "You know Huey, I've thought of something. Maybe you're lonely too, like I was before I moved here, and I've decided something."

"And that is?" Huey raised an eyebrow before Jazmine continued, "I decided I'm going to be your friend no matter what." And the young black nationalist sighed. He didn't need friends. Then again, as "high yellow" as Jazmine was, she was still black. Perhaps he could convince her to join him in his ideals. Once he could properly educate her, of course.

The prospect of educating someone was exciting, but he didn't let it show, instead answering in his own way, a very quick "Good luck, then."

Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed the DuBois family introduction. I'll probably do the R. Kelly trial next.