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“You live around here?”
“Yes, building H,” she motioned with her head.
“I’m moving into building H. What floor?”
“Twenty-four fifteen,” she said.
“I’m twenty-four eighteen.”
“Wuuudd! That’s right across the hall from me. You had so much fun with me at the party that you had to move into my complex?”
“Exactly,” I smiled.
“Well, welcome to the neighborhood, neighbor,” she smiled.
“Thanks, neighbor.”
“If you need to borrow a cup of sugar or some eggs or something, let me know,” she said.
“Bet.”
“I gotta go to work. See ya,” she waved then turned to walk away.
“Bye,” I called after her while watching her walk away.
Cam and I saw each other a lot in passing. Neither of us ever missed an opportunity to flirt or make the other one laugh. One night when the girls were away with their mother, I’d invited Cam over to my apartment for dinner. One thing led to another and we had sex—amazing, all-night, neither one of us wanting to stop sex. Sex with Cam was like walking right into an oasis with fresh water and shade after being in a desert for hours. She was just what I needed.
She had been scheduled to leave for a tour with the singer Lyrica and would be gone for several months. I figured we would kick it at least one more time before she left for tour, but she canceled our date, saying she was too busy. When she came back home from the tour, she neighbor-zoned me and we never spoke of our night together. Eventually, she said she wanted to be friends and I accepted it. I felt the chemistry between us. I knew she did too, but she put a whole wall up and I had no idea how to penetrate it. So, I settled for being her friend.
* * *
Skye moved in closer to watch Cam while she sprayed the solution from the bottle onto Fee’s hair, parted it down the middle, and threw two braids in without a peep out of Fee.
“You know what,” Cam said while going back into her tote bag. “I have some…” she shuffled around in the bag then produced a clear pouch full of beads. “Here they are. These wooden beads would be dope on the ends of your braids. Is that okay, Morris?”
“Yes, that’s fine,” I shrugged.
What had taken me an eternity to try, she’d accomplished in no time.
She quickly added the wooden beads to the end of Fee’s braids.
“There you go, all done!” she stepped back, admiring her work.
I looked at my watch and realized we hadn’t lost much time with this impromptu hair styling session. Cam produced a small mirror from her tote bag and passed it to Fee. Fee looked at herself in the mirror and squealed in delight.
“Thank you, Ms. Cam!” Fee sang.
“No problem!” Cam smiled.
“Thank you. How much do I owe you?” I asked while reaching for my wallet.
“Nothing,” she responded.
“Are you sure because I can…”
“No,” she said while packing everything back into her tote. “Really, it’s my pleasure.”
“Do you do little girls hair? I need to find someone to take care of their hair.”
