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and head for the Bahamas.”
    Jamaica waved her hand through the air, dramatically fanning her face. “I don’t see how Savannah and Jemia tolerate this awful weather. I feel like I’m going to bake.”
    â€œYou’re the one who put on all of that leather,” LaChina told her. “Girl, this is Texas, not New York.”
    â€œYou said to dress incognito,” Jamaica countered.
    LaChina stopped, turned, and stared at her friend. “Jai, girl, that hat looks like something out of a Doctor Seuss book. That is not discreet, nor incognito.”
    â€œYou bring me down here to take pictures of me kissing a big, slimy, black fish, and then you talk about me? If you weren’t my sista, I would deck you.”
    â€œIt’s a whale, and you have to hug it, and then kiss it.” LaChina smiled at Jamaica. “I hope it licks you in the face.”
    Jamaica slapped LaChina across her arm. “Yuck!”
    The airport was semi-crowded today, with people returning from the Thanksgiving holiday, or departing for their Christmas one. Airport patrons were darting to and fro, left and right, conducting their business. Still, the difference in atmosphere, ambiance, and energy made Jamaica yawn. She was anxious to conduct her business and leave the place.
    â€œDid you tell your cousin what time to pick us up?” Jamaica asked.
    Tired of answering the same question for an undetermined number of times, LaChina’s answer was brief. “Yep.”
    Frustrated, Jamaica exhaled loudly. “Do they have paved streets, or did she have to drive a mule cart?”
    â€œShut up, Jai.”
    â€œDo they at least have indoor plumbing?”
    â€œShut up, Jai.”
    â€œWell, what are we going to do about the luggage?” Jamaica inquired.
    The question brought a smile to LaChina’s face. She turned toward Jamaica, and upon visualizing her friend struggling through the terminal carrying her own bags, she laughed.
    Jamaica didn’t understand. “What?”
    â€œWhat do you mean, what?” LaChina asked.
    â€œThe luggage. What are you laughing at?”
    LaChina shook her head. “Nothing.”
    â€œWell, you know there’s no limo, which means there is no chauffeur. There are no bodyguards, either, since we are going to sneak in, do the promo, and sneak out.” Jamaica whipped her head around toward her friend. “So, who’s going to carry it?”
    â€œWe are.”
    Jamaica shook her head emphatically. “No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Don’t you started speaking French on me now, what do you mean, we?”
    A voice from across the lobby called out excitedly, causing them to peer in that direction.
    â€œChina! China! Over here!”
    A tall, slender young lady with caramel-colored skin and a short haircut approached waving. LaChina’s face brightened instantly.
    â€œHey, girl!” LaChina shouted, as she rushed toward the oncoming young lady.
    The young woman with the smart pixie cut outstretched her arms widely, welcoming LaChina’s body. “Hey, cuz!”
    They embraced tightly.
    â€œJemia!” Jamaica called out as she approached. She, too, outstretched her arms, and she and Jemia embraced.
    After the hugs, Jemia stepped back from Jamaica and outstretched Jamaica’s arms, examining her. “Oh, sister, you look so good! I saw you on the MTV Music Awards, strutting your thang!”
    Jemia’s hands flew up into the air, where she snapped them in a quick Z-type motion. “I said, you go, girl!”
    Jemia leaned forward again, and embraced Jamaica tightly. “Congratulations.”
    â€œCongrats to me? No, congrats to you.” This time it was Jamaica waving her hands through the air with fingers snapping. “Ms. Magna Cum Laude, future Berkeley Medical School Student!”
    Again, they embraced.
    â€œSo, where is Kenya?” Jemia asked.
    Kenya Roleisha Rochelle was the younger sister of