Chapter 16
As part of her new-me makeover, Danita made a point to schedule every fourth Saturday as her special day. That meant getting her nails and feet done, taking in an early matinee or just going to a park and reflecting on nature. Usually it was a solo situation but I had called her this morning with a request to join her. My plan was to tell her about Jasmine and see what she thought. Danita had always been a cool and collected person so I figured my previous night’s activity would not shock her much. If it did, I figured the nail salon would be a good setting. I mean, you really cannot cut and run from someone who has just hit you with shocking news if your pedicure is not dry.
“You seemed to be smiling like you hit the lottery this morning. What gives,” Danita asked, as we sat
