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asking me the same question?”
    She ignores the question as she always does. “Are you all going?”
    “I don’t know. I really haven’t had time to discuss it with Persia and Porsha, yet. Why?”
    “Because I’d like for us all to be seated at the same table, that’swhy. It’s been a long time since we’ve all been out together at a family event.”
    “Well, it’s not a big deal if we aren’t at the same table as you and Daddy. I’m sure Pasha will sit us with some of our other cousins who aren’t being allowed to bring dates.”
    “It’s not personal.”
    “I didn’t say it was. And I don’t feel that it is. I’m only making a statement.”
    “Well, make sure you don’t forget to RSVP.”
    Mmmph, the last time we RSVP’d to Pasha’s wedding it ended up getting cancelled because she had been allegedly kidnapped by a bunch of thugs as she was walking to her car coming out of the mall. They beat her senseless, then dumped her in a park. Thank God that early morning jogger found her when she did. There’s no telling what else might have happened to her. The crazy thing about that whole situation was that Pasha wouldn’t cooperate with the police investigation, which we all thought was kind of strange. But, whatever! Her life, her reasons. She kept saying she couldn’t remember anything, or that she just wanted to put the whole ordeal behind her. And she refused to talk about it with her own grandmother, or even Felecia, who she’s very close to. It was all very bizarre. Persia, with her overactive imagination, seems to think there’s a whole lot more to the story than meets the eye. But, I guess no one will ever know what really happened now. I’m just glad she’s alright. After the murders of her mother and father, the last thing Pasha’s grandmother needed was another tragedy.
    It dawns on me that I haven’t spoken to her in months; that I haven’t even had a chance to see the baby since his birth. We may not be as close as we once were, but we still have love for each other. I decide to give her a call one day this week to meetfor lunch, or maybe I’ll stop down at the shop and drop off an early birthday gift for her son since he’ll be turning one soon.
    “The wedding isn’t until August. It’s the end of March, Mom. We still have time to RSVP.” Why she sent out her invitations so early is beyond me, but what do I care? Not my wedding.
    “I know, but still. I want to make sure you girls are going to be there. Your Aunt Harriet really wants to see y’all.”
    “Okay. Like I said, I haven’t really had a chance to look at the invitation, yet. But I’m sure we’ll most likely be there. If not, we’ll send a gift.”
    “Well—”
    “Mom, look, I gotta go. I’ll call you later.”
    “Okay, then. Talk to you later. Love you.”
    “I love you, too.” I hang up, walking over to the case to get the clutch, then putting it behind the counter. I go back over to help two of the four women in the store with picking out scarves and some accessories. When they’ve finished selecting their items, they follow me back to the register. I ring up their purchases separately, charging their respective credit cards, then hand them both copies of their receipts.
    As I’m handing them their shopping bags, the door opens. And in walks a tall, beautiful dark-skinned man wearing designer shades, looking like he stepped off the cover of a magazine. He fills the store with his masculinity and the crisp, intoxicating scent of his cologne. My pussy immediately tingles, alerting me that this man is fuckable on the spot.
    I eye him as he makes his way over to the counter. I smile at him. “Hi, welcome to Paradise Boutique. Can I help you find something?”
    “Nah,” he says in his thick accent. It’s not a New York accent, I think, trying to figure out where he’s from. And it’s not Caribbean. And it’s definitely not a Southern drawl. Mmmm. “I’m here to pick up some kind of pocketbook for