II SEVENTEENChristine Reed Alhamadan looked down at the test message she just received. She shook her head and tossed the cell phone aside. There was no way she was going to be in the same room with her brother, her father, and their Black girlfriends. It was bad enough she had to stomach that th...
She’d read the protocol – normal dress attire, no hugs unless you know someone really well, and just common courtesy and respect. It was a potluck so she played it safe and brought a Caesar salad. On second thought, she wondered if she should’ve brought soda instead. Maybe someone had an allergy ...
She was tall with an athletic build that suggested she was a runner in her spare time. She had shoulder-length ebony hair that she always kept in curls. Her ass was perfectly round, almost heart-shaped. She was young and a college student. She was always happy and seemed to have a naïveté about h...
There it was, it bright green lettering for all to see – CANCELED. Sydney spent the time wondering if canceled was misspelled. She’d always spelled it with two L’s. It looked so funny with just one. Hearing the moans and groans of those around her, understandably upset about their canceled flight...