The next morning, there were whoops of laughter escaping from the greenhouse of Hutchs apartment where the two detectives were entertaining their lady friends. Joyce was dressed in casual clothes for a change, and was sitting next to Starsky, who was in his usual blue jeans and favorite black shirt. Hutch, also dressed casually, had his arms linked around Maxines, thoroughly enjoying her company.
Joyce put a hand on Starskys thigh and tapped her fingers on his chest with the other. She seemed to have something on her mind. "David, I have been wanting to ask you a question."
"Whats that?" Starsky asked, playing with a ring on her little finger.
"Promise you wont take this the wrong way."
"Im not complainin, mind you. I just gotta know. This black, white thing, are the two of you for real?"
Starsky thought for a moment. "Well, see, its like this. Hutch and I believe that love is blind, and so are we."
Everyone started to laugh.
"Thats color blind, Starsk, colorblind." Hutch corrected him.
"Yeah, thats it." He acknowledged, a little embarrassed.
Maxine piped in. "So what weve got right here, isnt this part of what the whole Civil Rights movement and Martin Luther Kings speech was all about?"
"What? Us creating our own little United Nations panel?" Hutch smiled at her, "Thats one way of looking at it," he said, kissing her hand.
"Well, if thats the case, wed better get started with negotiations." Starsky suggested with a leer. "We wouldnt want to waste any time just sittin around, now would we?" He then placed a long, lingering kiss on Joyces lips.
Hutch and Maxine watched them for a second. "Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait for us!" he urged them.
With that, Hutch wrapped his arms around Maxine, and they kissed too, both couples making their own personal statement about what it might be like to live in a truly colorblind world.
Take me HOME