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Lucas Saraci
Beautiful.
My parents went with Keegan. They searched high and low for the whitest-sounding names possible for me and my siblings.
Raina E. Saraci
They did so on purpose?
Lucas Saraci
Yes.
My parents always knew they wanted to move to the US, and they didn’t want our names to sound too “foreign” to hold us back from opportunities.
Raina E. Saraci
I can relate.
Maybe we should name our first kid Keegan. (I’m joking, btw.)
How many siblings do you
The door to the broom closet opened, and she looked up, her fork perched between her lips.
Estelle stormed over and extended her hand.
Groaning and close to throwing a tantrum her infant nephews would be ashamed of, she slapped the phone onto Estelle’s palm.
“Raina, get out of here and go eat in the cafeteria,” Estelle said. “Like a normal person.”
Friday
Friday proved to be just as, if not more, chaotic than Monday. It was the last day of Fashion Week, so Friday was when any mistakes made earlier in the week were rectified, and all loose ends were tied up.
It was so busy that she didn’t get a chance to sneak away with her phone, and she’d managed only a few bites of Lucas’ lunch. Then she’d sniffed just one hibiscus flower from the tropical bouquet he sent with her sweet potato and lentil soup, both delivered by another nervous-looking resident.
“Stop looking at me like that,” Estelle said.
She clasped her hands beneath her chin. “Let me see my phone for a few minutes. To check in. I haven’t talked to him all day.”
Estelle slid her a side-eye as they stepped off the elevator. “Where did you and Lucas meet, by the way?”
“We met back in Athens.”
“Athens?Not at your presentation. Raina, that was over a year ago.” Estelle frowned. “If that’s the case, when did you start dating?”
Just like that, Estelle had given her yet another thing to add to the list she and Lucas had been building in a shared note file.
“Can I have my phone to do one thing?”
“So, you’re just going to ignore my question?” Estelle pulled the phone from the large tote bag. “Tell me what it is. I’ll do it. We’re already running behind.”
“It’s private.”
Estelle, sighing, handed over the phone.
She opened up the list.
