Unexpected Love
before. You always did over exaggerate everything. Stop overwhelming yourself. Take a deep breath and see the situation as it really is. We are in a different world now. Changes have already been taking place and still are happening everyday. At your school, that’s right, at the University of Tampa there are so many interracial relationships. You are not the first, girlfriend. Did he have a rod?”
    “What?” TC didn’t think she heard right.
    “You heard me. Did he know how to use it? Dumb question, of course he did. That’s why you have that little bambino in the oven. He looks, acts, moves, and feels like a man. That’s all you have to worry about.”
    “Yeah, but look at him. I have locks, and he has curly, silky hair. He’s white, and I’m black.”
    “TC, don’t make me slap you,” Dee scolded. “Are you even listening to me? Do you even hear yourself? In this day and time differences are in, and anyone with a problem is out. No one cares, and if they do they can go to hell. This is your life. When he’s stroking it good, are you thinking of this stuff?”
    “Ok, Dee, I got it, I got it! And no. I can’t even speak let alone think.” TC grinned.
    El walked in with breakfast. “Amen to that. He’s got the good stuff when he makes you speechless. All that massiveness, if I didn’t have that cardiologist I would go looking for Seth’s brother.”
    “Well, I got the best friend, and the bed is real good. So, TC, go get your man. Tell him how you feel. I mean tell him you still love him, and share the news with him,” Dee insisted.
    “I will, I will,” TC retorted.
    When someone knocked at the door, El ran to grab it, TC followed behind her to be nosy. “Who is it?” El asked.
    The voice on the other side of the door called, “Deliveries for Ms. Casey T. Shaw.”
    TC entered the foyer. “Hurry, open the door. I’m sure it’s from Seth. He’s probably sending more gifts. I love that man. What was wrong with me? I was crazy for pushing him away.”
    El imitated a pregnant woman. “I’m so emotional. I don’t know what to do.”
    TC laughed while reaching and plucking El with her finger. “Ok, that’s alright. I’ll get you back.”
    El opened the door, and TC gasped when delivery guys kept coming in with boxes of gifts. One of them paused, holding up a sheet of paper on a clipboard. “Ms. Shaw, please sign here on the dotted line.”
    TC reached for it. “Are these gifts from a Seth Howard?”
    “No, ma’am. The sender offers some explanation on this postcard, which is for you as well. Have a nice day, ladies.”
    “If all these are not from Seth than who?” TC wondered.
    El responded. “I don’t know, but it looks like Christmas came early. What does the post card say? I know one thing. Somebody else must love you too. There’s no space to walk in here.”
    TC started reading the postcard. “Shh, listen.”
    “Dear Casey,
    Congratulations on your academic success. I’m glad to know you will be graduating with honors in a couple of days. I’m also pleased to know that you are an A student. I never doubted your abilities. I knew you would turn out to be an awesome woman. By now you should have received an envelope that I sent a couple of months ago. All the information you need to know, including your plane tickets, are in that envelope. All the arrangements and preparations are currently in place for your arrival. I hope you enjoy your gifts. They are from the family. You may also bring your sisters.
    Best Regards,
    Zera Yacob Amha Selassie,
    Crown Prince of Ethiopia
    Your Father”
    TC started yelling and jumping up and down, while Dee and El tried to grab her to find out what was going on. “Oh my god, oh my god, my father found me. He’s alive! Dee, go get that envelope. We are all going to Ethiopia. My father is a Prince. No. No. My father is the Crown Prince of Ethiopia! He is sending for us. All these gifts are from him and my family,” TC shouted. El and Dee joined

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