We left and departed for Party City. We got all the black and gold decorations we could find. So next stop we made a run to was Dollar Tree. A lady was coming out of the store while we entered. Her head was down where you could see the details in her brown Ghana cornrow braids. Shades covered her eyes as she dropped a card.
“Miss, you dropped your…”
All I saw was light denim jeans, red heels, and the back of a crop top as she walked. She continued to strut to her Volkswagen Beetle convertible, which was metallic light blue. The jeans fit her. As she was getting in the car, she tilted her glasses down, winked, and smiled. It was Angèle. She looked different from the last time. When I picked the card up, she had left. I looked at it. It had the Roman numeral for XI and said secret societie
