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today."
                "Well, what made you?”
                "'Cuz I was scrollin' through some stuff on my phone while I was walkin'. And what I saw made me skip a stair and I had to grab the rail just to keep from crashin'. We mighta been meetin' up in the busted-leg wing of a hospital today if it weren't for that rail."
                "Well, I'm glad you're okay. But what was so shocking on your phone that it made you trip? And what does whatever it was have to do with Benito?"
                Tasha drained the last of her latte and tucked a strand of glossy black hair behind one ear. "I don't even know how to say this. Because I just don't know how you're gonna feel about it. And maybe you won't even feel any certain way, and maybe it won't even change any of your feelings for this dude. But maybe it'll just make you feel how I feel. Maybe it'll just make you feel like -- just straight-up shocked."
                I scooted forward to the edge of my chair. "Well, what is it? Just spit it out!"
                "Okay. Well, so you know how when you go in to check your email, and there's all these news stories and pictures and stuff when you sign in, before you even get to your email?"
                I scooted even closer to the edge of my chair. "Faster. What do news stories have to do with Benito?"
                Tasha took a deep breath. "Felicia, do you know what he does for a living?"
                I thought for a moment. "Well, yeah. He's in computer technology or something. He told us that at the club. And I know he must be pretty good at it, just because of -- just because of how affluent he is, I guess. And not that that matters to me, because I'd still be interested in him even if he lived in a shoe box -- but I know that him being affluent probably means he's pretty good at his job."
                Tasha stared at me with a look I couldn't quite read. "Girl --you have no idea."
                "About what?"
                "You have no – freakin’ -- idea."           
                  "About what , Tasha? You've gotta tell me the full story right now. I'm dying here."
                She slowly leaned back in her cafe chair, stretching. "Nope. Not yet. Because you just made me think of a question I wanna ask ya before I tell ya. And I think I already know the answer, but I think maybe you just need to say the answer out loud for you , just so that if this thing with Benito goes any further, even if it someday goes all the way, you'll always know what your answer was, and nobody can change it, or take it away from you, and you'll know . You'll know what your answer was before you even knew the full story about Benito."
                "Well, what's the question?"
                "Back what you said a minute ago -- that you'd still be interested in this dude even if he lived in a shoe box. Well, say that was the case; say he lived in a shoebox in the Bronx, like us. Say maybe he waited tables like me, or say maybe he was a teacher like you. Say maybe he worked hard for what he had, but what he had wasn't much. Say the fanciest place he could ever take you to was a hamburger joint." Tasha paused, studying my face. "Would you still, in all complete and totally, be interested in this Benito dude? And search your heart, girl. This is important."
                I didn't even need to search. I already knew how I felt.
                "Yes. Yes, I'd definitely still be interested in him. For sure. Because I guess it's like this -- the penthouse was nice. It was luxurious, and kind of a thrill to be in. The expensive champagne was nice. It was fun to have a treat like that. It was fun to be indulged. But all that was secondary to the way Benito made me feel . How he treats me. Like when we were dancing, and all those gorgeous girls were around, but he