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longer. She wondered if a man like Sam would have the patience to wait until she was ready to look skyward.
     
    ***
     
    At close to six in the evening, Afia drove her hybrid to her apartment complex, exhausted by the effort it took to hang around her folks for hours. She pushed her purse up her shoulder and hopped out of the lime green car and ran up the stairs into her building. She stopped at the mailbox to check their mail and ambled to the elevator perusing the stack. Singling out the bills from the junk, she tucked the whole bundle into her purse and sighed, looking up at the ceiling of the elevator. It dinged on the second floor, and she strolled out.
     
    She opened the maroon door that led into her living room where the cozy space felt like a sanctuary. Bionca was curled up on the buttercream micro suede couch reading a book with the television playing quietly in the background, and she looked up at Afia with a smile. Afia closed the front door and locked it, ambling over to the couch to sit next to her best friend. She dropped the mail on the coffee table and took a deep breath.
     
    "So...he called," she announced.
     
    Bionca's ears instantly perked up. "What did you say to him?"
     
    "That he had the wrong number."
     
    "You didn't!"
     
    "Hey, when a guy like that calls in the middle of a conversation about piety and modesty with your very conservative parents, you tell him he has the wrong number." Afia shrugged, face set in a frown. She put her elbow on the back of the couch and ran her hand through her hair, pulling off her hijab. She sighed and dropped her head back on the couch.
     
    Bionca hummed in interest.  "Somebody's jonesing."
     
    "Cut it out," Afia giggled. "I just want to get to know him, that's all. I mean, is that a crime?"
     
    "Apparently in some cultures."
     
    Afia stuck out her tongue. "Don't make fun of me."
     
    Bionca rose from the couch and poured up two glasses of red wine, bringing one to her roommate. When Afia tried to decline, she shook her head and shoved the wineglass into her hand anyway. Some things called for wine. Afia took a satisfying sip and closed her eyes as the full-flavored red lingered on her palate. She slowly swallowed and opened her eyes to see Bionca staring at her intently. The silver stud in Bionca's nose glinted in the light, and her violet colored eyes held mischief.
     
    She encouragingly squeezed Afia's hand that was resting on the cushion of the couch. "What you're going to do," she said, "is call him back and let him know you couldn't talk earlier, but you can now."
     
    "What if he's pissed off because I hung up on him earlier? Bionca, put yourself in my shoes."
     
    "Frankly, I can't."
     
    Afia smacked her lips and pulled out her cellphone, scrolling through the call list for the unknown number. She hit redial and put it to her ear, hoping the phone would go to voicemail and save her the embarrassment of having to explain herself, but he answered on the third ring. She nearly spit out the wine she was holding in her mouth. Afia swallowed abruptly and looked to Bionca with worried eyes.
     
    Bionca grabbed the phone. "Hi, Sam?"
     
    "Yeah, who is this?"
     
    "It's Bionca, from the other night at the biker bar," she replied. "Remember me?"
     
    "How could I forget? To what do I owe the pleasure of getting a call from Afia's friend?"
     
    "The fact that she's sitting over here right now looking like a deer in the headlights at the prospect of talking to you. I've given her wine. I've set the mood. The lights are low. The only thing missing is some smooth R&B, and if you hang on for a second, I can get that going, too."
     
    "Bionca!" Afia whined. Sam laughed heartily on the other end of the phone. She could hear him. She colored at the sound.
     
    Bionca grinned and continued. "So, I'm gonna hand this thing back to her, and hopefully she gets up the nerve to at least say hello." She grabbed Afia's hand and closed it around the smartphone, smiling at her