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lady, it’s awfully late to be calling for Jessica. She’s not here anyway,” said Mrs. Jones.
    “Oh, darn, they must have already left for the party,” said Tiny, fighting hard to keep from laughing.
    Mrs. Jones sat up from her bed and asked, “Party? What party? She is supposed to be at the movies.” There was a pause. “Hello?”
    “Yes, I’m still here, Mrs. Jones.”
    “Claresse, is there something you’re not telling me that I should know about?”
    Tiny held her mouth to prevent her laughter from escaping. “Mrs. Jones, I can’t lie to you, but, I don’t know if I’m supposed to tell you that we are supposed to be at a house party tonight in the projects at 1132 St. Nicholas, apartment 3B. Please don’t tell her I told you.” Tiny hung up and began laughing so hard passing strangers thought she was losing her mind.
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    Meanwhile, Jessica and Kenny were vibing well together as they chatted about everything under the sun. Jessica forced her to eyes the ground; she could not bear to stare into his silver-hazel eyes without melting. He willingly admitted to Jessica that he wasn’t used to being turned down, and it made him want to know her even more.
    Jessica still didn’t believe she was actually sitting with the most handsome boy in Harlem, and she kept having to pinch herself to see if she was dreaming. She’d heard all kinds of rumors about him, and he already seemed like a legend. Some people said he was the son of Ron O’Neal, the actor who played Superfly in the movie, and that he changed clothes at least three times a day. But whether the stories about him were truth or fiction, it was a reality that they were sitting together that night. It was truly a dream come true for any girl, Jessica thought.
    “So what block are you from?” asked Kenny.
    “Oh, I live on 138th Street.”
    “Lenox and 7th?”
    Jessica paused for a second before she answered. She put her head down again, rather embarrassed. “No, I live between 7th and 8th avenue.”
    Kenny pulled back in surprise and asked, “Your family got an apartment in Strivers Row?”
    Jessica hated to answer the question, because she didn’t like being perceived to be wealthy. She didn’t want everyone to think she was stuck up little rich girl. This was the reason she gravitated and became so close to Vonda and the rest of the girls. They were the first real friends she’d ever had. She wanted to lie, but told him the truth.
    “No, my parents own the building on that block.”
    “So your parents are rich?”
    She knew this would happen and grew uncomfortable. “No, my mother is a 5th grade school teacher and my father works at the post office. That doesn’t exactly qualify us to be rich, you know.”
    Kenny detected her frustration and said, “Cool out, baby; you should be proud to have parents that own their own home. My uncle was smart just like your parents and invested in real estate. He tells me all the time that I should think about buying a brownstone before there is no more left.”
    Kenny began to mock his uncle, French accent and all. “Kenneth, if you ever invest in anything, always invests in real estate, nothing else.” They laughed. Kenny began to see that Jessica wasn’t the average girl he talked to in Harlem and really found her interesting.
    They stared into each other’s eyes for a brief moment when Jessica broke the trance. “Can I ask you a question, Kenny?” She put her head down and blushed.
    He smiled at her innocence and said, “Anything, baby. Just ask me.”
    Jessica smiled and put her head down again. “Is it true that your father is Ron O’Neal, the actor, and that you are super rich?”
    He chuckled and shook his head. “No, Ron O’Neal is not my father, and no, I’m not super rich.” Kenny searched her face and saw that she was still unsure about something. “What else would you like to ask?”
    She giggled. “Is it that obvious?”
    He nodded and said, “Yeah.”
    “How do you