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option. She lived like a freshmen college student with lights on in every room—even on a sunny day—mix match table and glassware, and clothing thrown every which way. No thanks! Plus, the thought of having to live with my mentee was depressing. She was my mentee - not a good look!
                  “Thanks, but I have it under control.”
                  “Yeah. I guess I am being silly. I’m sure Trav has a hotel booked for you already.”
                  I rolled my eyes and said, “You know Trav.”
                  “You are so blessed, Nola.”
                  I rolled my eyes again.
                  “I pray that God moves in my life as he moves in yours,” she continued.
                  I huffed, “Marley, don’t start with the God talk right now. I’m not in the mood.”
                  She laughed. “Tough times are the best times to talk about Him!”
                  While Marley giggled, a tall man with a knit Eagles hat approached my sofa.
                  “Excuse me. Can I sit here?”
                  I shook my head “no” and continued with Marley, “No preaching. You preach even when you don’t realize you’re preaching.”
                  The man, who was still standing in front of me, looked to the left and then to the right just before sitting next to me anyway. S              shocked by his blatant mutiny, I dropped my phone to my lap and snapped my neck back like a ‘hood girl would.
                  “I said you couldn’t sit here, Rosa!” I spat.
                  The man tilted his head… and then he slowly shook it. Still, he didn’t budge.
                  “ Hello?! You need to move. I’m having a personal conversation with my friend. I’d appreciate it if you respected my privacy.”
                  “Look man—“
                  “Woman. I’m obviously a woman.”
                  “—I had a rough day. There is nowhere sit, and I’m tired. I don’t feel like standing, nor do I feel like having a confrontation. So if you don’t mind, I’d like to study my bible.”
                  “I do mind. And, your bible? Are you kidding me? Go to a church! If you’re tired, go home!”
                  The unbothered man flipped through his bible and shifted in his seat in an effort to get comfy. Then he said, “I’m gonna ignore you.”
                  “ Jerk ,” I mumbled as I lifted my phone back to my ear.
                  Marley was still connected.
                  “Nola! What happened? Is someone bothering you? Maybe you should head to your hotel now. Crazy people come out at this hour.”
    ***
     
                  I think my mother was pretty happy to see me. My father, not at all. He stood against the kitchen cabinet with his arms folded and his face wrinkled with agitation. My mom sat at the kitchen table with her chin resting on top of her folded hands. Even when she was concerned, she looked strikingly beautiful. She used to model for catalogs to help pay her way through medical school, and she still had “it.” Tonight, she looked as if she were modeling her grey satin pajamas. Her dark thick, long hair fell suavely and draped over her shoulders as if it were a hooded blanket. Her long eyelashes batted as her gaze wavered from me to my father, and then back to me.
                  “I can’t believe he fired you, then kicked you out of the condo all in the same night,” she shook her head. “And, he gave you gonorrhea…”
                  My father groaned, “After all the money we shelled out for that wedding.” He pointed at me, “You have a case. Take him to court and get EVERY penny I spent.”
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