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exhaled loudly out of agitation. “Good, I wanted you to meet Lori. Since the two of you will be going to the same high school, I thought she could help you find your way around.” Grandmother Lorraine was suddenly smiling at Lori and me.
    â€œYes, I think it’s an excellent idea if both of you would take some time here today and get acquainted with each other.” Both of our grandmothers smiled in our direction as if they had some ulterior motive other than what they were saying. There was a long pause before Grandmother Lorraine suggested to Miss Winston that they grab a cup of coffee in the kitchen. As soon as they exited the room Lori began acting crabby.
    â€œOoh, that old woman drives me crazy!” Lori grumbled.
    â€œWhy? What did she do?” I asked as I curiously studied Lori. She had a cute, oval-shaped face, brown-sugar skin and braided hair. Her thick, black eyebrows gave her a unique and distinguished look, although I could tell it was most certainly time for her to go and get them waxed since there were a lot of fine hairs growing around them. She had a sexy, slender body that teetered on the edge of beingtoo skinny. Her full, succulent lips and small perky breasts added to her attractiveness. Over all she wasn’t a bad-looking girl.
    â€œShe’s being meddlesome and nosy. That old woman keeps trying to control me and everything I do and I’m sick and tired of it!” Lori sprang to her feet and walked over to a window. She pulled back the drapes and glanced outside.
    â€œListen, Wilson,” she said in a frustrated tone.
    â€œWho in the world is Wilson?” I asked.
    â€œThat’s your name, isn’t it?”
    â€œMy name isn’t Wilson, it’s Wesley,” I corrected her.
    â€œWhatever.” She glanced back out of the window. I’d had just about enough of her and was about to go back downstairs to call Keysha back.
    â€œI’m sorry I got your name wrong. I’m just dealing with a lot of issues right now,” she explained in a contrite tone.
    â€œAren’t we all?” I agreed and decided to hold off on leaving her alone since she seemed to have calmed down.
    â€œIt’s not that hard to figure out how to get around the school. You can read signs posted on a wall, can’t you?” Lori asked sarcastically.
    â€œYes, I can read. I’m not stupid,” I shot back at her.
    â€œI never said you were,” she quickly answered with a patronizing tone.
    â€œDid I do something wrong? I haven’t known you five minutes, but I feel as if we’re fighting,” I asked, trying to understand why there seemed to be tension between us.
    â€œI don’t know, did you do something wrong? I mean, for all I know the FBI could be looking for you at this verymoment.” Lori opened her purse and removed a stick of chewing gum. She paused then captured my gaze. “Do you want a stick?” she offered.
    â€œNo,” I answered. “And the FBI doesn’t even know my name.”
    â€œWell, that’s a good thing.” She hesitated as she sat back down. “So what classes do you have?”
    â€œDo you really care or are you just asking to make conversation?” I wanted clarification; I was having a difficult time communicating with her.
    â€œIf I didn’t want to know I wouldn’t have asked you.” Lori placed the stick of chewing gum in her mouth.
    â€œI don’t know what classes I have yet. I have to go up to the school tomorrow and register,” I explained as plainly as possible.
    â€œWell, whatever you do, don’t let them stick you in any of Mr. Alexander’s social studies classes. I had him last semester and he’s a real jerk and he loads you up with homework. That guy doesn’t have a life. In fact all of the teachers there don’t really have a life. It’s really tragic when you think about it.” Lori reached into her purse once