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Patricia asked, bringing her funky attitude back over to them, and referring to Angela.
    Olivia and Angela did favor each other. Angela had a few more pounds than her, but she knew how to work those hips and have the men fighting to get to her in a club.
    “Why you wanna know?” Angela walked up behind Patricia.
    Patricia’s eyes grew big and her smile faded. “I just haven’t seen you, is all.” She knew not to mess with Angela. She’d flung Patricia around a time or two in the past.
    “Well, now you see me. Go find you some business while us siblings catch up.” Angela waved her away, dismissing her.
    Patricia took off in the direction of the kitchen. No doubt in search of a refill on her drink.
    “No, she did not think she can come up in my momma house disrespecting folks. I know she’s your wife, Jason, but why so evil? Did she ride up on a broom?” Angela asked.
    Jason and Olivia laughed. He knew his wife was crazy and didn’t try to hide it.
    “We all need to quit. We’re supposed to be celebrating Mom and Dad’s thirty-fifth anniversary,” he said.
    Thirty-five years was a long time. It’s an eternity when one part of the couple had checked out on the marriage decades ago. Their dad was a doting husband for the first five years and nonexistent for almost twenty-five. Then, a few years ago, he came around and quit running the streets. She wondered how their mom stuck in the marriage so long. Her mom always said he would come around one day. Olivia bet she didn’t know it would be twenty plus years later.
    “You’re right. Go find your wife and come on.” She grabbed her sister by the hand and led her out the back door.
    Olivia walked out to the backyard where everything was set up. Her parent’s old friends were standing up, making speeches, and making jokes about them. She released her grip on Angela and looked at her parents. The couple truly did look happy. Her dad no longer had the scowl on his face that she’d grown accustomed to. When the speeches ended, the hired DJ put on their favorite song, At Last by Etta James.
    Her father took her mother’s hand in his and pulled her into him. He whispered something in her ear. She giggled; then they started dancing. The moment was so beautiful. The photographer had a hard time getting a good shot, because everyone else was blocking his view to take their own pictures. He resorted to standing on a chair. Olivia had given him clear instructions, and he knew what would happen. She would’ve torn the photographer a new one if they didn’t get their money’s worth.
    She stayed in the backyard for almost an hour. Her crazy uncle was doing the same old tired dance he’d done since she was a little girl. He still wore his dress socks pulled up to his knees even though he had on shorts.
    Her mom’s best friend, Diane , was trying to find a sweet young thang to dance with. Diane was a cougar and proud. She didn’t care if the men were married, with someone, or claimed they were gay. Aunt Diane was determined.
    Olivia sipped on her drink, watching on until she felt her phone vibrate. An email alert. Pushing the touchpad, she saw it was a message from The Playhouse . The owner wanted to meet with her.
    She tried not to smile too hard, to avoid her family asking questions. In Olivia’s attempt to find herself, she had chosen to start with getting to know her body better by tapping into her sexuality. Seeing that old lady on TV expressing herself so freely those years back, had stirred something in Olivia. She wanted to explore it more.
     
     
    Chapter Five
     
    Olivia sat at the coffee shop, listening to the beautiful woman sitting across from her.
    “I’ve reviewed several applications and have not been impressed over the last few weeks. That is, until I came across yours. Your resume says you are a Human Resources Manager?” Mercedes said.
    Keeping straight face, the one reserved for business, she nodded.
    “You know, you didn’t have to submit a