The Bad Twin
the time.” Violet felt the electricity that sparked between them after they shook hands.
    The line continued to move up. Violet enjoyed their conversation. Before long it was her turn to check out.
    “Ms. Violet, thank you for making the time in line an enjoyable one.”
    She smiled as she responded, “No problem mon, as they say in Jamaica.”
    He laughed and said, “Jamaica. I’ve been there a few times.”
    She looked for her wallet so she could pay for her items. She normally was more prepared, but she was distracted this time.  She turned to the cashier and said, “Give me one second and I’ll give you my card.”
    As she was digging through her purse, he reached out and passed her a card. “While you’re in your purse, why don’t you drop this in there. That way I’ll know you have it.”
    She looked up and he had a big mischievous grin on his face. “I’ll be sure to find it later.”
    People behind them started mumbling and faking coughs as if they were aggravated.
    Marcus stated, “I hope it’s sooner than later. Guess we better move you along, before we get ambushed.”
    She laughed, but agreed while paying for her groceries. When she walked out, she could feel a set of eyes on her back. She put a little twitch in her walk just for him. She headed home.
    ***
     
    She and Janice pulled up in her driveway at almost the same time. She rolled down her window and shouted, “You’re just in time to help me take in the groceries.”
    Janice moaned. “Something told me to wait thirty more minutes.”
    As they unpacked the groceries, Violet told her about the guy she met while standing in line. “He is so tall. He makes your brother look like a dwarf.”
    “Hmmm. So what’s his name again?”
    “Marcus.”
    “Marcus what?”
    “I don’t know.”
    “Girl where is his card, so I can see who you’re all goo goo eyes for?”
    “It’s in my purse. I haven’t even looked at it since he handed it to me. I just dropped it in. I’ll look at it later.”
    Janice found her purse and handed it to her. “Oh no you don’t. You won’t get any work out of me, until you find the card and tell me exactly who this Marcus person is.”
    Violet attempted to find it in her purse. She ended up pouring the contents of her purse on the kitchen counter, before she could find the card. “Here it is.”
    Before she could read it, Janice snatched it out of her hand. “Girl, do you know who he is? He is the one and only Marcus Jameson. He’s one of the best forwards in the professional basketball league.”
    “You’re kidding me right?”
    “No, look for yourself. That’s his business card and he has included his home number and personal email address.” Janice snapped her finger in the air twice. “You go girl.”
    Violet smiled. “Hmm. I might have to give Mr. Sexy Chocolate a call, but not because he plays basketball either. He was a gentleman and he has a great sense of humor.”
    Janice acted as if she didn’t believe a word of what she said. “Yeah. Right. You were too busy being captivated by his radiant smile.”
    “I want to call him, but I’m not sure I’m ready to get back in the dating scene.”
    “Girl, you better forget David. It has been long enough and it’s about time you get back in the dating scene.”
    “I guess you’re right.” Violet didn’t inform Janice about the card David sent or the phone calls.
    “There’s no guessing to it. I know I’m right. We need to hurry up and work on the stuff for the ball, because Saturday we are going shopping.”
    “I have enough things in my closet already.”
    “The stuff you have in your closet is for old women. You’re still in your twenties and should dress like it.  You know I don’t agree with Rose on anything, but this is one area we both agree on. I will have you looking like you walked off a Paris runway.”
    “I shouldn’t have told you. Now you’re going to have me looking like a grand diva.”
    “You are a Diva. Well

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