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Moon Over Me III
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On the day Moon moved in with me I not only cleaned the house twice I hired a co-worker’s cousin to come in and professionally make the apartment pristine. I bought her favorite foods or at least the one’s we pigged out on when we were kids. I even put up a “Welcome Home Moon” banner for laughs. All this preparation and I’m having second thoughts and mini anxiety attacks for over a week. Don’t get me wrong I LOVE Moon, admire her ,marvel (and yes, I’m a little green around the edges.) Do any of you know what’s it’s like to have the Ultimate Alpha Female as your dearest friend? I thought I’d put the childhood envy at bay. Here in DC I’ve created my own life and learned to love her from afar and now what? . . .Oh hell my doorbell just rung and I know that’s not Moon because I’m suppose to pick her up at Ronald Reagan two hours from now-MOON! (Of course she’s standing there in her 5’9”, 130 pound curvaceous, sprayed tan and the red hair is now honey blond and she grew into her big tooth smile of hers. Did I mention her quasi ethnic outfit gives her rich girl gone bohemian look that posing for Elle feel?) “I thought I was suppose to pick you up?” “I got an earlier flight. Got bumped up to first class after a ticket glitch. You know I’ll always get what I want.” (Oh, how I know.) Just then a cab driving weighted down in designer luggage sits down her Louis Vittount like an obedient camel. ‘Shakrum Said”, she drops a twenty in his hand and he smiles ear to ear walking to the elevator with new found energy. We entered the apartment with me taking over for Said as Moon’s pack mule and as I struggle to bring in the bags I find her crying as she looks at the welcoming sign hang in the living room. I when she scoops me up, her very heavy bags drop and as we embrace I feel my apprehension melt under the weigh of our love for each. No matter what Moon is my girl and no insecurities, or fear is going to make our time together bad (I hope.)
I took her to my home office I converted into her bedroom where we brought her bags in and sat on the daybed catching up. Aside from the Hollywood look I can see where she’s grown more beautiful inside and out. “You look incredible,” she says.
I’m feeling those two strand twists. Wish I could do that with my hair.” “Why?” I asked perplexed. I’ve always like the way your wiry hair holds a style. Mine would need a ton of mousse if I tried it.” “What’s wrong? You have that damn-that- dumb-white-girl face on. I know it’s the hair thing? “- Ever since we were kids navigating the waters of interracial friendship requires you to be a strong swimmer. “Stop it. You’ve been here for an hour and all ready you’re having a “Moon moment.” She looked confused.” You had an entire conversation just now and I never got a chance to join in. “Oh I so”- I stopped her. “I know you’r e sorry Dear. You always are but can we move on from here.” You and I have baggage we need to unpack before you get settled but now I just want to enjoy a friend I hugged her to short circuit the tension that light up the room. There’s a cool place called the Scandalous Café on U Street. Lets grab a bite and just . . .just be, okay.” When I look at her tear filled I’m reminded that the message, complicated parts of loving someone is part of the package deal. We called a truce for now and we put on our cleavage bearing best and when to Scand We talked the whole time even through the bathroom door and eyeliner about memories that made us laugh, and about the new area our longstanding friendship could go. By the time we got the booth and got the calamari appetizer plate we we’re in our own little world. We didn’t notice the man approaching our table at first then when we look up neither could mistake his beautiful face. He looked about 6’4”, one eighty, broad frame, wavy brunette hair, olive skin, scar under on his left cheek, small mustache, big teeth like Moon’s that formed a big dimpled smile, framed by sensuous full lips and the most striking amber colored eyes. I realized I was holding my breath until my opened mouth dried out my tongue out. We stopped looking at him long enough to glance at each other and I could tell Moon was getting in predator mode because I swore her cleavage plumped up like Ballpark Franks and she put on her “Watch out now!” smile. He reached our table and the smell of sandal wood wafted around our heads . . .. (To be continued . . .)