“I’M SO GRATEFUL YOU found the time to see me.” Ms. Kukomo Harris gushed, grabbing Farida’s hand and shaking it forcefully.
Farida winced and then painted the smile back on her face. Ms. Harris was her fourth client today and it wasn’t even one P.M. She was single, in her fifties, a General Manager in a multinational company, with a teenage son.
Farida said, sliding her hand out of Ms. Harris’ grip. “It was my pleasure.” Gosh, the woman had a handshake forged from steel. Ms. Harris’ big frame was clothed in a ruby-red jacket over a black-and-white polka-dot skirt. A widow’s peak of mixed strands of silver and light brown escaped from underneath her high turban.
“You’re a celebrity matchmaker. I thought you would be too busy for the likes of me.”
“Celebrity matchmaker?” Farida shook her
