Retribution
“The present is who I’ve never wanted to be… At five minutes to ten, Persia saunters through the door with a delicious-looking mocha-colored man with spinning waves in tow. I blink. They’re holding hands. But what really makes my knees buckle is when I see this fine specimen of a man lean in and kiss her on the lips before taking a seat in one of the leather chairs out in the waiting area.
In all the years I’ve known Persia, she’s never been one to show any kind of public display of affection wi...th anyone other than her sisters. And even that is a rarity. Persia has always come off as emotionless. Detached. So seeing her waltzing in smiling and holding the hand of a man definitely takes me by surprise. Then, again, it’s been years since I’ve seen her with a man; let alone one of her own.
“Hey, Cuz,” I say, smiling and opening my arms as she makes her way toward me. We embrace, faces pressed cheek to cheek, tossing air kisses. I step back, taking her in. She’s wearing a pair of Roberto Cavalli jeans, a cute white form-fitting blouse and a pair of gray Gucci animalier heels.MoreLess
In all the years I’ve known Persia, she’s never been one to show any kind of public display of affection wi...th anyone other than her sisters. And even that is a rarity. Persia has always come off as emotionless. Detached. So seeing her waltzing in smiling and holding the hand of a man definitely takes me by surprise. Then, again, it’s been years since I’ve seen her with a man; let alone one of her own.
“Hey, Cuz,” I say, smiling and opening my arms as she makes her way toward me. We embrace, faces pressed cheek to cheek, tossing air kisses. I step back, taking her in. She’s wearing a pair of Roberto Cavalli jeans, a cute white form-fitting blouse and a pair of gray Gucci animalier heels.MoreLess
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