It's a windy Sunday and I get off the 6 train at Seventy-seventh Street and Lexington to meet Tracey at Starbucks.
I see all of the Sunday couples walking around holding hands.
But when controversy erupts about the Oracle's advice, Kayla is sent reeling once again. Yet when her friends start seriously needing the Oracle, Kayla begins to focus on what really matters: Viv, Sharese, Amy and Ryan, her true-blue buds. We chatted online for a couple of weeks before he finally asked me out. Therefore, if I want to date my equal, I should date a guy who is at least twenty, which I would never do, because what sort of twenty-year-old would want to date someone still in high school?
He's traveled the world with his company, living in Singapore, Johannesburg, Berlin and now in Ottawa, Canada. Mom and Dad sat down with Tracey and me, explaining that he was going to move out. I'm surprised Mom didn't see through his hollow charm right away, but I guess she was young and innocent, and trusted love.
We only see him a couple of times a year, Christmas and summer vacation. Too bad no one had the guts to stand up at the part of their wedding, since the only things they had in common—good looks and ridiculous eighties hair—were not enough for a happily ever after.
Tracey lives on the Upper East Side—it's about forty minutes from Brooklyn by subway.
I usually meet her in Manhattan on weekends for lattes, which she insists on paying for.