Part II"Imagine," utters the narrator." It's 1945.The War is over, you've come back, and we're fixing up our swell new place."This historical hypothetical in activist and writer Barbara Smith's short story "Home" is met with loving laughter from her lover Leila."You're so crazy," she cried."You can bet whoever lived here in 1945 wasn't colored or two women either.""How do you know?" the narrator retorts."Maybe they got together when their husbands went overseas and then decided they didn't need the boys after all.My aunt was always telling me about living with this friend of hers.Garnet.During the War and how much fun they had and how she was so gorgeous."Smith's essay-with its willingness to imagine the existence of queer community in unsuspecting times/ spaces -
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