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it was 5:44 p.m ., so she reached for the cordless and dialed K.P. once more, but again, the voice mail came on.
    She walked to the kitchen window while she dialed her sister back and looked through the curtains. Her guest parking stall was still empty. When Janelle picked up, she was glad that her sister didn’t wait until seven or eight o’clock for K.P. to call. She was actually surprised that she called back that soon. That was good for Janiece.
    “Hey , girl, you’re getting better,” Janelle teased.
    “What are you talking about ?” Janiece asked in confusion.
    “I thought you ’d be waiting for the dawg longer than an hour,” she teased.
    “Ha -ha, funny—you always got to go there, don’t you?”
    “I’m just playing . You wanna go? There’s a movie that starts at 8:40. We can go to dinner and make that one.”
    “Yeah , that’s cool. I’ll be ready in about twenty minutes,” Janiece said looking out the window with a sad look on her face. She was disappointed again that he didn’t call like he said he would.
    “Okay , then, I’ll be there shortly.”
    “Okay , bye,” Janiece said, and they hung up. Janiece went into the bathroom to brush her teeth and fix her hair. She unwrapped her hair, looked at her roots, and shook her head. Quickly, she plugged in her flat iron and went to start dressing.
    She put on her jeans, but not her shirt because she had to put some heat on her roots so her hair could look halfway descent. She washed her face, put on some powder and a little gloss. As soon as she put on her shirt, her sister was knocking on the door. She looked at her clock and thought , damn, she must have done ninety, but then she realized flat ironing her hair took some time.

Chapter Three
     
    “You’re dressed,” Janelle teased when she opened the door.
    “Yes , I am. Just let me grab my boots and jacket,” Janiece said walking back into the other room and opening her hall closet. The layout in her condo was nice. It’s just the hall closet was near the front door, and she never used the front door unless she checked the mail or wanted quiet with a nice breeze. The parking stalls were in the back, so the back door was used for convenience. She grabbed a pair of tan boots and went into her room to put them on.
    Janelle walked into the living room and looked around and was delighted to see her sister’s place was still perfect and immaculately clean. One thing about her baby sister —she was creative, had taste, and her condo was a beautiful reflection of her creative mind. She just wished she was more creative when it came to relationships. That was the area where she lacked creativity.
    When Janiece came back to the living room, she took another look at her sister thinking how good she looked with her casual clothing, fresh curly hairdo , and French-manicured nails. Her diamond wedding ring was always a conversation piece everywhere she went. She had on name-brand boots, matching handbag, and a nice camel-colored leather jacket. Her makeup, not being the cheap stuff Janiece used, looked like it was done by a professional Janiece thought when she was checking her sister out.
    “Hey , are you ready?” Janiece asked with purse and jacket in hand. She was ready, but after taking a good look at Janelle, she wished she chose a different outfit.
    “Yeah, I’m starving , girl,” she said and started to walk toward the door.
    “Girl , me too,” Janiece said walking a step behind her. As they made their way to the door, they heard keys on the other side. Someone was coming in. It was the one and only K.P., and they both were surprised by his entrance. When he opened the door, he noticed they were leaving and he felt awkward, so he didn’t say anything. He was dressed nice and had flowers in his hand for Janiece.
    “Hey , baby, we were on our way out for dinner,” Janiece said breaking the silence.
    “These are for you,” he said handing her the flowers. “How are you , Janelle?”