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convertible cruised up the winding drive to the front of Keshari’s $9 million, Mediterranean-style home. The house sat high atop the cliffs of Palos Verdes, obscured from the view of passersby in front and wide open in back to a spectacular view of the Pacific Ocean and boats sailing to Catalina Island in the distance.
    Misha grabbed a garment bag and makeup case from her trunk and went into the house. Keshari sat on the floor in the large, glass-domed solarium, engaged in discussion with her record label’s accounting department over the speakerphone. A slew of papers were scattered around her and her open briefcase. She waved to Misha as Misha bounded up the staircase at the end of the foyer. “Marcus Garvey” and “Hannibal,” Keshari’s two purebred Rottweilers, were at her heels.

    Keshari and Misha Tierney had been the very best of friends for more than fifteen years. They’d grown up together, living in houses right next door to each other in the Leimert Park section of Los Angeles. Keshari was an only child and Misha became thesister she’d always wanted. The two girls were inseparable from the day they’d met when they were just starting seventh grade at Audubon Middle School.

    Keshari was new to the neighborhood and Misha introduced her to all of her friends. Misha was the social butterfly of the two and Keshari quickly earned the reputation as “the brain.” Misha was always something of a bossy know-it-all. Keshari was very strong-minded and obstinate when she’d made up her mind and wasn’t having any of it. The two girls fought and sometimes wouldn’t speak to each other for days, but they always made up. They were fiercely protective and supportive of one another as only sisters could be.
    Keshari became a permanent fixture in Misha’s household and, as she grew up, Misha’s older brother, Ricky, began to take notice of his baby sister’s friend. Some people have a certain aura about them, a charisma, something extremely special that even complete strangers seem to recognize and Keshari had that in a big way. Add her unexpected, green eyes in her flawless, brown skin and the fact that she seemed completely incognizant of what a stunningly beautiful, young woman she was growing into and Keshari was a force to be reckoned with even then.
    Ricky was calculating and smooth in the way he went about inserting himself into her life. While he did not pursue her sexually, he did begin to take greater interest in Keshari’s interests and introduce her to new things. He brought her books and suggested jazz and conscious hip-hop that he thought she would like. Misha was smart enough to see what was transpiring and she hated Ricky for what he was doing. Misha’s brother was nearly ten years older than Keshari and he was a womanizer. He didn’t care about anybody except himself and he was just biding his time until Keshari turned eighteen so that he could fuck her up inmore ways than one. He’d been the black sheep in the family almost from the day he was born and Misha didn’t want to see her best friend get hurt.
    Misha implemented every weapon of distraction that she could to keep Keshari and Ricky’s peculiar relationship at bay, but, with teenage hormones raging, combined with the thrill of having an older man like Ricky interested in her, Keshari was drawn to Misha’s brother like a moth to a flame.
    Misha was well aware of the fact that her best friend had eventually gotten caught up in her brother’s illegal business dealings. When Keshari’s mom passed away, Keshari seemed, for a period of time, to be hell-bent on trying to kill herself. Misha did everything that she could to sway Keshari away from “the game” and when she couldn’t, Misha couldn’t bring herself to judge Keshari too harshly. Keshari had lost so much in her life at such a young age and she’d made some very self-destructive decisions because of it and because of Misha’s brother.
    Misha Tierney’s love for Keshari