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Giselle............. I was running late, and I didn't account for the traffic out on Landover Road at 7:15 p.m. I was supposed to meet my girls, Christine and Stephanie, for some drinks and laughs at Jaspers Restaurant at 7:30! Now, I was going to be at least thirty minutes late, messing around in this traffic. Christine was my best sister girl. She was my rock when things went south with that drunk of an ex-husband of mine, Leroy. She was the one who kept me going and not wanting to throw up my hands and say, "Forget all this!" Stephanie, my white sister girl, was going to be there too. She w...
Giselle............. I was running late, and I didn't account for the traffic out on Landover Road at 7:15 p.m. I was supposed to meet my girls, Christine and Stephanie, for some drinks and laughs at Jaspers Restaurant at 7:30! Now, I was going to be at least thirty minutes late, messing around in this traffic. Christine was my best sister girl. She was my rock when things went south with that drunk of an ex-husband of mine, Leroy. She was the one who kept me going and not wanting to throw up my hands and say, "Forget all this!" Stephanie, my white sister girl, was going to be there too. She was a white girl from PG county, but she had a black girl swagger; probably because PG county was predominantly African American. She had stuck with me through all my business highs, lows, in betweens, and eventual the closing of CGS. It was going to be a good night. I came running my behind in the doors of Jasper's at seven minutes to eight. I spoke quickly to the little, pimply-faced teenage waitress: "I was supposed to meet som-"
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