I agreed to meet Danita at LaCounts, this kick-ass soul food restaurant. Located across the street from St. Augustine College, it was a part of Raleigh’s black landscape. Regulars sat in the same place each time they came and didn’t have to order from the menu. By the time they made it from the door to their seat, their plate was hitting the table.
When I arrived, I saw Danita was not alone.
“Vet, this is Karen, Karen this is Vet. We went to FSU together and she just moved down. Since both of us are divorcees, we figured we would gang up on you, tell you our war stories and make you feel better about dodging the bullet of marriage,” Danita said as I sat down.
I could do nothing but smile at my friend’s attempts to cheer me up. The two of them looked like such opposites they would have n
