CHAPTER THREE
After we finished our drinks, Jamila said she had to check in at the office and then head straight home. I thanked her profusely for meeting me. We split the bill and walked to our cars, where we waved farewell until next time. I opened the door of my Welch’s grape purple Mustang, slid behind the wheel, called Linda on my cell phone, and to…
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