way your fingers itch just to touch their skin again. The way you count the minutes until the next time you see their face
again."
Instead
of answering, Trent just stared at me for a while. Then he said, "But is
that worth all the pain that comes if it doesn't work out?”
"Maybe. Maybe not. But you never know until you try."
"There's
no maybe about it. It's not worth it. I know from experience, it's not worth
it."
Shaking
my head, I said, "I don't believe you, Trent Bishop. Anyone who comes up
with that ‘small grains of sand’ line is a romantic at heart.
Suddenly,
Trent did something shocking. He smiled and said, “You liked that, huh?”
His
tone was almost flirtatious and I actually felt myself blush a little in
excitement. I quickly shook it off and said, “Whatever. You know you want a
fairytale happily ever after as much as anyone...as much as I do."
Trent’s
smile quickly faded away as he took in a deep breath and then let it out
slowly. He stared at the road and didn't say anything. In fact, he didn't say
anything for the rest of the trip. That was one broken man. Of course, he had a
reason to be. I wondered if he'd ever be able to get over his heartbreak.
Chapter 12: Puffs
Puffs:
A puff ball of hair. Most of the time afro puffs are formed by parting the hair
down the middle of the head and tying each section with an
elastic .
~~~
Hair
tip #11: Try a puff style after the hair has been stretched by a braid out or
twist out.
~~~
When
you go natural, you go through phases. Sometimes you love your hair, sometimes
you hate it. This week I was going through a love phase. I couldn't keep my hands
out of my hair. I loved the way it felt
soft and squishy in my hands. I loved the texture and everything about it. I
loved my two little afro puffs that my hair was styled in. It kind of made me
look like a black Princess Leia from Star Wars. I bet Vinny would love it too. He loved Star Wars. This was probably the first hair style
since the Big Chop that Vinny would have liked.
Why
was I suddenly thinking about him again? It had been almost four months since I
had talked to him.
"You
are even more adorable than your picture," a female voice said while I was
eating my salad in a Georgetown cafe. Apparently, I wasn't the only one who
thought I looked cute today.
I
looked around for a second. "Are you talking to me?"
She
nodded. What did she mean I was more adorable than my picture? Was she trying
to hit on me? And why was she taking pictures of me? "I'm sorry, I don't
swing that way?"
She
looked confused for a second and then shocked. "No, no, that's not what I
mean. I'm married. I have no interest in you that way."
"Then
what exactly are you talking about?" I asked.
"I'm Seeta . I'm Vinyay's sister."
My
mouth flew open. This was his older sister who lived in Canada. I don't know
why I didn't recognize her from the pictures I had seen. Maybe
because in all the pictures she was dressed in traditional Indian clothing. The girl standing in front of me was modern and stylish. She also didn't look
that Indian to me. She could have easily have passed for Hispanic or even
Greek.
"Oh,
hi, I'm Mahogany." I don't know why I said that. She obviously knew who I
was or else she wouldn’t have been talking to me in the first place.
I
stood up and went to shake her hand but instead she wrapped her arms around me
and hugged me. "It is so nice to finally meet you."
"Finally? You mean you knew about me? I
had the feeling Vinny hadn't told anyone in his
family about me."
She
sat down at my table and then waved the waiter over to us. After ordering a
drink she said, "Well, he didn't tell me all about you. I've known for years that he was in love with a girl
he met at school, but it wasn't until he bought a house for you that I saw what
you actually looked like."
"Oh,
I see. So, he didn't tell you I was black."
She
looked down guiltily. "No, he didn't."
"So
why are you here? You want to figure out
again."
Instead
of answering, Trent just stared at me for a while. Then he said, "But is
that worth all the pain that comes if it doesn't work out?”
"Maybe. Maybe not. But you never know until you try."
"There's
no maybe about it. It's not worth it. I know from experience, it's not worth
it."
Shaking
my head, I said, "I don't believe you, Trent Bishop. Anyone who comes up
with that ‘small grains of sand’ line is a romantic at heart.
Suddenly,
Trent did something shocking. He smiled and said, “You liked that, huh?”
His
tone was almost flirtatious and I actually felt myself blush a little in
excitement. I quickly shook it off and said, “Whatever. You know you want a
fairytale happily ever after as much as anyone...as much as I do."
Trent’s
smile quickly faded away as he took in a deep breath and then let it out
slowly. He stared at the road and didn't say anything. In fact, he didn't say
anything for the rest of the trip. That was one broken man. Of course, he had a
reason to be. I wondered if he'd ever be able to get over his heartbreak.
Chapter 12: Puffs
Puffs:
A puff ball of hair. Most of the time afro puffs are formed by parting the hair
down the middle of the head and tying each section with an
elastic .
~~~
Hair
tip #11: Try a puff style after the hair has been stretched by a braid out or
twist out.
~~~
When
you go natural, you go through phases. Sometimes you love your hair, sometimes
you hate it. This week I was going through a love phase. I couldn't keep my hands
out of my hair. I loved the way it felt
soft and squishy in my hands. I loved the texture and everything about it. I
loved my two little afro puffs that my hair was styled in. It kind of made me
look like a black Princess Leia from Star Wars. I bet Vinny would love it too. He loved Star Wars. This was probably the first hair style
since the Big Chop that Vinny would have liked.
Why
was I suddenly thinking about him again? It had been almost four months since I
had talked to him.
"You
are even more adorable than your picture," a female voice said while I was
eating my salad in a Georgetown cafe. Apparently, I wasn't the only one who
thought I looked cute today.
I
looked around for a second. "Are you talking to me?"
She
nodded. What did she mean I was more adorable than my picture? Was she trying
to hit on me? And why was she taking pictures of me? "I'm sorry, I don't
swing that way?"
She
looked confused for a second and then shocked. "No, no, that's not what I
mean. I'm married. I have no interest in you that way."
"Then
what exactly are you talking about?" I asked.
"I'm Seeta . I'm Vinyay's sister."
My
mouth flew open. This was his older sister who lived in Canada. I don't know
why I didn't recognize her from the pictures I had seen. Maybe
because in all the pictures she was dressed in traditional Indian clothing. The girl standing in front of me was modern and stylish. She also didn't look
that Indian to me. She could have easily have passed for Hispanic or even
Greek.
"Oh,
hi, I'm Mahogany." I don't know why I said that. She obviously knew who I
was or else she wouldn’t have been talking to me in the first place.
I
stood up and went to shake her hand but instead she wrapped her arms around me
and hugged me. "It is so nice to finally meet you."
"Finally? You mean you knew about me? I
had the feeling Vinny hadn't told anyone in his
family about me."
She
sat down at my table and then waved the waiter over to us. After ordering a
drink she said, "Well, he didn't tell me all about you. I've known for years that he was in love with a girl
he met at school, but it wasn't until he bought a house for you that I saw what
you actually looked like."
"Oh,
I see. So, he didn't tell you I was black."
She
looked down guiltily. "No, he didn't."
"So
why are you here? You want to figure out
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