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wrong with you?” I asked as they stepped up to me.
    â€œWe’re tired, that’s what,” Dymond said. Lala nodded in agreement.
    Despite their claims of exhaustion, both of them had make-up on their faces, cute tight-ass jeans and show-me tops, and stilettos on. They looked like they were headed to a fashion show, not a department store. Tired, my ass , I thought. Well, at least they weren’t looking as good as me. And I was going to look even better in less than ten minutes.
    â€œWell, you need to get some energy,” I said, rising from my seat, “’Cause I need help finding some shoes.”
    Dymond moaned. “Girl, you take all day looking for shoes,” she said. “I need to get ready for the party.”
    â€œMe, too,” Lala added. “We’ll be up in here for the rest of the day.”
    I shook my head. “No, we won’t. I already have an idea shoe in mind. Plus, my budget is only three hundred and fifty dollars, so I can’t go too crazy.”
    I could swear Dymond rolled her eyes, but that wasn’t what surprised me. It was Lala, normally so quiet, trying to break me down.
    â€œYou always bragging about your damn money. Three hundred this and one thousand that. You ain’t got to impress us. We know you’re getting paid. You need to just keep it to yourself sometimes.”
    I stepped back, my mouth open in shock. Lala rarely tripped out like that. I could imagine Dymond saying something like that, and even then, only when we were drunk, but never Lala. I guess you never really know people, no matter how much you think you do.
    â€œWhoa, chick,” I said, trying to control my voice. “What’s up with the attitude? You’ve known me . . . how long? When have I ever not been about money? I was counting green when you were still playing with Barbie dolls . . .”
    Dymond stopped me with a held-up palm deadly close to my face. “Stop before you say something crazy. Lala’s right about your bragging and you’re right about being a born hustlette, as you like to say. So, let’s just go find these dang shoes so I can get some more rest before we have to deal with your happy birthday ass all night long.”
    Normally, a “talk to the hand” pose was cause for major combat. But it was Dymond after all, acting as peacemaker.
    â€œI’m cool,” I said, “Lala just needs to take a happy pill.”
    Lala frowned and began to speak. Dymond cut her off.
    â€œLala, be nice!”
    I glanced in Lala’s direction. “Girl, you know I’m just playing with you.” I lied. “Let’s just have some fun and celebrate, okay, chick?”
    Lala displayed a weak half-smile and nodded. I waited for a second to see if she would do more than bob her head, but she didn’t say a word.
    â€œLet’s go!” I said, and headed toward Nordstrom’s.
    The little mini-argument put a little damper on my shoe trip. I even looked for something on sale, hoping Lala would feel a little better. I looked at my watch, and promised that I would only keep my friends for an hour. I selected three shoes right away, and I asked Dymond and Lala to do the same. Fifty minutes later, I had made my choice. I hovered over the register counter when I finally did make my selection, a nice pair of red Callini sandals with three-inch heels to match my dress. At five foot, eight and a half inches, I was almost six feet tall with the shoes. Model fabulous. I ended up paying just over three hundred dollars, a pretty good deal for a pair of Callini’s. I didn’t brag about it though. I just grabbed my bag and we said our good-byes.
    As I walked to the car, ready to get home and finish my birthday preparations, Ray crept into my mind again. I couldn’t wait to see him again. I hoped Shadow would convince him to come. And I hoped I would be able to control myself when I saw him.

Chapter Four
    A love