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how many promises Priscilla had to make before Alexis’s parents agreed to let their only daughter tour all over the world. The Nevilses were old-school parents who’d been pleasantly surprised with a bouncing baby girl in their late thirties. Even though Alexis had been, legally speaking, old enough to make the decision about touring with Sweet Treats, she wouldn’t step on the bus without her parents’ blessing.
    Alexis’s life, good and bad, clearly wasn’t conducive to singing again.
    And then there were two. “Do you think Tonya would consider reuniting with me?”
    â€œI’m gonna say, um, H-E double hockey sticks no.”
    Camille laughed. “Why don’t you go ahead and say the word?”
    â€œYou know I don’t cuss. Never did.”
    â€œAnyway. Is Tonya still mad about Darrion?”
    â€œGirl, naw,” Alexis squawked. “She knows he was just a dog sniffing out the first one he could find to give it up.”
    That would be me. “Alrighty, then. So why do you think she won’t do it?”
    â€œâ€™Cause she’s already got a good thing going with Liza Sticcoli.”
    Camille pointed out, “Can’t be that good. I listen to music all the time and I’ve never heard of any Liza other than Liza Minnelli.”
    â€œLiza Sticcoli is a Christian artist,” Alexis stated.
    â€œOh.” The realization hit Camille and she mused, “Christian?”
    â€œYep.”
    No recourse for that one. “Well, if she’s only singing Christian backup, I’m sure she could use more money.”
    â€œProbably so. But trust me on this one, Camille, she’s not going to sing with you. You burned a lot of bridges when you left the group, you know?”
    â€œFine. I’ll just have to do it solo,” Camille snapped.
    â€œI’m not trying to be funny, but you should have marketed yourself as a solo artist in the first place,” Alexis concurred. “That’s what you really wanted to be anyway. And, for what it’s worth, I think you could have been good.”
    â€œThanks, Alexis. Hey”—Camille fumbled for the words—“do you think, maybe, we could keep in touch? I know this will sound crazy, but I don’t really socialize with too many females, you know? Too many divas.”
    Alexis laughed. “You know you’re the queen diva, right?”
    Camille had to agree. “I’m just sayin’, it’s nice to talk to someone who’s not into the jealousy thing.”
    â€œI don’t think I follow you. I mean, what are they jealous of?”
    Camille huffed. “Don’t you watch those real housewives shows?”
    â€œNuh-uh. I mean, every once in a while I might see an episode, but I have better things to do with my time than sit up and watch grown women argue,” Alexis said. “Work, Momma, and Daddy keep me all tied up. But I’ve got your number now and you’ve got mine. No excuses.”
    â€œWhile you’re recording information, write down today’s date. It’s my birthday,” Camille sassed.
    â€œAaah! That’s right! March twentieth!” Alexis added a quick rendition of the happy birthday song.
    Camille listened in wonder of Alexis’s low melody. Simply beautiful. What a shame they couldn’t blend vocals again.
    â€œThanks, girl. I haven’t had anyone sing that song to me in a while.”
    â€œWell, text me your address so I can send you a present.”
    â€œAwww, you don’t have to do that,” Camille purred.
    â€œI know, but I’m thinking if you haven’t had a birthday song in a while, you sure haven’t received a gift in a while, either.”
    She didn’t know the half of it. After her mother’s death, Camille’s family seemed to have disintegrated. Jerdine Robertson had been the Robertsons’ glue. Without her, no one knew how to hold the family