“I don’t blame you girl,” Felicity chuckled a few days later as we got ready to go out. It was Friday night and the crew had ordered us to meet up for drinks, dancing, and debauchery.
“Don’t blame me?” I tilted my head and studied Felicity in the reflection of the mirror.
I’d been locked in my thoughts for most of her speech with no idea what she’d been yammering on about.
Felicity sent me a disapproving glare for my inattention but clarified anyway.
“I would have been freaked out if someone like Farm Boy kept stalking me too. Did you know that white people are more prone to going crazy?”
Felicity twirled her finger around her ear in the universal sign for mental illness. “It’s true.”
I groaned and ran the flat iron down my curly strands one more time. “Could you please drop this? It
