his jar.
Yep,
I totally got his point.
Chapter 18: Twist Out
Twist
out: A style formed by untwisting hair that has been in two-strand twists for a
period of time. Very effective in stretching the hair and
combating shrinkage.
~~~
Hair
tip #16: Try two-strand twists on dry hair in order to retain as much length as
possible. After sectioning the hair, spray a little moisturizer and water, but
do not saturate the hair. Twist the hair and let it dry again fully before
attempting to untwist. The twists themselves can be a style for a few days
before a twist out is attempted.
~~~
"So,
how much money do you have on you?" Carnece asked over the phone. Since she rarely called me at work, I expected this to be
really important. Not an inquiry about my bank statement for a shopping trip or
something.
"Do
you mean on me? Or in the bank?"
"Do
you think you can get your hands on like five hundred dollars in the next hour
or so?"
"I
guess. Why?"
"I'm
in jail."
~~~
Well,
this was a first. I had never had to bail someone out of jail before. I thought
about letting her just stay there, but considering she was perfectly willing to
help me cover up the suggested murder of my ex-boyfriend, I figured I better go
help her out.
"What
did you do?" I asked as we walked out of the police station.
Carnece had to pull down her too tight,
too short mini skirt and practically run to keep up with me.
"Let's
just say it was a bad break up."
"A
break up that lands you in jail? Yeah, I'd say that's bad." I didn't know if
I wanted to know the details. But as we rode in the taxi to my place I found
myself beyond curious. What did she do? After a few minutes, my imagination got
the better of me. "So, what -"
"I
drove my car into his house," she said interrupting me.
"You what?"
"I
drove my car into his house."
"Carlos?
Why?"
Carnece sighed. "I thought I loved
him. But the bitch that was in his bed told me I was wrong."
~~~
"Eleven
kids!" Carnece said passing the merlot back to
me an hour later. "I knew something was wrong with that man. No one spells
James with two ‘A’s."
I
took a sip of wine. "That's just what Trent said."
"Trent, huh?"
"Yeah,
if I remember correctly, Trent assured me that anyone who spells James with two
‘A’s has to be a prick."
"Trent,
huh?" she said again. "So, what's his story?"
"Who?"
"Don't
play stupid. Trent. What's up with him?"
I
shrugged. "He doesn't have a story. He's just a guy from work. I used to
think he was simply an annoying jerk. Just another person at work I would not
like to spend any more time with than I needed to. But he was actually turning
into one of the few people at work I could tolerate. "Have you ever dated
a white guy?" I don't know why I asked that. I guessed I was just curious. Vinny was my first boyfriend and he was Indian. I
guess you could say I technically dated James though it was only three dates
and he was black. My dating experience was admittedly limited. My limited
dating experience did not include white men. That was mostly because I never
had the opportunity. You would think attending a predominantly white university
would give me plenty of chances, but I found my experience was quite the
opposite. I had never been asked out by a white boy before. Interracial dating
just didn't happen. That's not to say interracial hook ups didn't happen. Once
the lights go out everybody looks the same so there were no boundaries on sex.
But the romance just didn't happen.
I
think that was part of the reason Vinny and I got
together. Both black students and international students were marginalized at
Cobalt University. When we didn't get
invitations to the white mixers and frat parties, we had our own. Sometimes I
honestly felt he chose me by default. There was no one else to go out with so
why not me?
"Can
I just say, I think it is completely hilarious that you have finally joined my
world?" Carnece said.
"What
do you mean?"
"The single life. It's crazy out
Yep,
I totally got his point.
Chapter 18: Twist Out
Twist
out: A style formed by untwisting hair that has been in two-strand twists for a
period of time. Very effective in stretching the hair and
combating shrinkage.
~~~
Hair
tip #16: Try two-strand twists on dry hair in order to retain as much length as
possible. After sectioning the hair, spray a little moisturizer and water, but
do not saturate the hair. Twist the hair and let it dry again fully before
attempting to untwist. The twists themselves can be a style for a few days
before a twist out is attempted.
~~~
"So,
how much money do you have on you?" Carnece asked over the phone. Since she rarely called me at work, I expected this to be
really important. Not an inquiry about my bank statement for a shopping trip or
something.
"Do
you mean on me? Or in the bank?"
"Do
you think you can get your hands on like five hundred dollars in the next hour
or so?"
"I
guess. Why?"
"I'm
in jail."
~~~
Well,
this was a first. I had never had to bail someone out of jail before. I thought
about letting her just stay there, but considering she was perfectly willing to
help me cover up the suggested murder of my ex-boyfriend, I figured I better go
help her out.
"What
did you do?" I asked as we walked out of the police station.
Carnece had to pull down her too tight,
too short mini skirt and practically run to keep up with me.
"Let's
just say it was a bad break up."
"A
break up that lands you in jail? Yeah, I'd say that's bad." I didn't know if
I wanted to know the details. But as we rode in the taxi to my place I found
myself beyond curious. What did she do? After a few minutes, my imagination got
the better of me. "So, what -"
"I
drove my car into his house," she said interrupting me.
"You what?"
"I
drove my car into his house."
"Carlos?
Why?"
Carnece sighed. "I thought I loved
him. But the bitch that was in his bed told me I was wrong."
~~~
"Eleven
kids!" Carnece said passing the merlot back to
me an hour later. "I knew something was wrong with that man. No one spells
James with two ‘A’s."
I
took a sip of wine. "That's just what Trent said."
"Trent, huh?"
"Yeah,
if I remember correctly, Trent assured me that anyone who spells James with two
‘A’s has to be a prick."
"Trent,
huh?" she said again. "So, what's his story?"
"Who?"
"Don't
play stupid. Trent. What's up with him?"
I
shrugged. "He doesn't have a story. He's just a guy from work. I used to
think he was simply an annoying jerk. Just another person at work I would not
like to spend any more time with than I needed to. But he was actually turning
into one of the few people at work I could tolerate. "Have you ever dated
a white guy?" I don't know why I asked that. I guessed I was just curious. Vinny was my first boyfriend and he was Indian. I
guess you could say I technically dated James though it was only three dates
and he was black. My dating experience was admittedly limited. My limited
dating experience did not include white men. That was mostly because I never
had the opportunity. You would think attending a predominantly white university
would give me plenty of chances, but I found my experience was quite the
opposite. I had never been asked out by a white boy before. Interracial dating
just didn't happen. That's not to say interracial hook ups didn't happen. Once
the lights go out everybody looks the same so there were no boundaries on sex.
But the romance just didn't happen.
I
think that was part of the reason Vinny and I got
together. Both black students and international students were marginalized at
Cobalt University. When we didn't get
invitations to the white mixers and frat parties, we had our own. Sometimes I
honestly felt he chose me by default. There was no one else to go out with so
why not me?
"Can
I just say, I think it is completely hilarious that you have finally joined my
world?" Carnece said.
"What
do you mean?"
"The single life. It's crazy out
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