“Um, Vet, we need to talk,” Jasmine said, as I walked in from volunteering with my sorority’s graduate chapter. It was the Martin Luther King holiday and the anniversary of the sorority’s founding. Our members had spent the day promoting service, scholarships and sisterhood throughout the city. LaShaun and I spent our day judging a speech competition at an elementary school. I swear I encountered at least three potential politicians all under the age of twelve years old.
“Okay baby, can it wait till I get out the bathroom? I have to pee like a race horse,” I said, walking fast to the bathroom. Note to self: drinking a forty-four ounce soda while driving in Beltline traffic when you have not used the bathroom all day is not a good idea.
“What’s on your mind, buttercup?” I asked, walking b
