continents.â
âYou guys are weird,â Trevor said.
âI think itâs too cool,â Asia added, grabbing Afrikaâs arm.
Afrika and Asia headed for the door. âIt was nice meeting you, Mr. and Mrs. Christianson,â Afrika said, shaking their hands.
âIt was nice meeting you, too, Nikkiâ¦Afrika,â Brenda said, cutting an eye at her husband, who seemed to avoid eye contact. âAh, Afrika, before you and Asia head off to campus, Iâd like to ask you a question.â
Afrika frowned at the tone of Brendaâs voice. The longer she stayed in Asiaâs house, the more uncomfortable she became. She was sure that it was more than her motherâs casual warning. She thought it odd that Mr. Christianson acted as if he had met her for the first time. âYes, Mrs. Christianson?â
âDid your mother ever attend Central? I had a friend once; in fact we were best friends. I havenât seen her in over nineteen years.â Brenda gave Afrika the once over again, and then continued. âOur fathers were both in the Army, and we were stationed in Europe at the same timeâGermany, to be exact. Both of our fathers were reassigned to Ft. Bragg, which is where this friend of mine and I ended up. And when it was time to go to college, we went to North Carolina Central University together. But I donât know what happened to her. She vanished from sight at the end of our freshman year, and I never heard from her again. I was crushed for a long while.â
Afrika glanced at Victor, who looked away. Something was not making any sense, but there wasnât any time to address it. âYes, she did. Her name is Mimi.â
Both Brenda and Victor gasped at the same time.
âYouâre Mimiâs daughter?â Brenda asked. âWhere is she? Howcan I get in touch with her? I canât believe that her daughter is standing in front of me in my house.â
Asia and Trevorâs eyes widened. They couldnât believe their ears.
âPeople said we were inseparable,â Brenda continued. âWe both said that if we had girls, I would name mine Asia and sheâd name hers Afrika because we had travelled to so many places with our parents.â Almost as if Brenda was in a trance, she kept going. âI gave her the nickname, Mimi, because she could sing like a bird and would sing up and down the scales like she was giving the performance of her life. Do you remember that, Victor?â
âYeah, it was a long time ago.â
âLook,â Brenda said, âIâd like to see Mimi; talk to her. I donât believe it, after all of this time.â Brenda paced the room. âDid you say where she was, Afrika?â
âShe lives in Durham in a beautiful condo,â Asia offered. âIâve met her and sheâs really nice. Now I understand why she was acting strange when I said my name. She probably thought the same thing you did, Mom, but didnât say anything.â
âOr was afraid to ask,â Brenda said.
âIs there something I should know?â Afrika asked timidly, not sure what kind of response she was going to receive.
âNot at all,â Victor said, suddenly wanting to the take charge of the conversation. âMrs. Christianson and I are merely shocked that, after all these years, a prodigal sister has returned and it took our daughters to bring us together. This is exciting. Trevor, I hope your birthday wasnât upstaged by this turn of events.â
âNo, Dad, I think itâs pretty cool myself. Now youâll always remember my birthday as the day you rediscovered a lost friend.â
âNo, it will always be the day my son was born,â Victor said.
âListen to Trevor,â Asia said. They bumped knuckles. âHappy birthday again, Trev. Nikki and I, no, Afrika and I are headed backto the dorm. Weâve got a football game tomorrow. Got to get some
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