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you have to do. Or, you can be the woman you are and confront Professor Howard yourself. You do have options.”
    “Well, what if I get him fired?” TC asked.
    “Look! You know what you saw right?”
    “Yes,” TC replied.
    “Was it the same man you saw in your classroom?” El asked.
    “Yes.”
    “Then you have nothing to do with it. Whatever he’s involved in is his business not yours. All you want to do is be able to receive your education in a safe working environment. So whether he gets fired behind this is not your concern. This is why we pay these universities big money, so we can retrieve our degrees without problems or hassles,” El proclaimed.
    “You don’t make any sense, you mean receive , don’t you? But you’re right. That’s exactly what I’ll do.”
     
    * * * *
     
    Dee entered the room, passing El who relaxed on the couch drinking a glass of white wine.
    Dee looked at El and winked. “Hey, girl. You might as well pour two more glasses, one for me and one for TC. What’s up? You both look a little crazy. I could also hear TC sounding frantic and uptight as I was getting off the elevator. Plus, TC looks all swollen like she is about to explode. Oh, yeah, TC your professor called. Umm, I think it was a Professor Howard. He said for you to give him a call. He needs to speak with you because you left class pretty swiftly.”
    El interrupted. “No, how about before the class got started?”
    Dee raised her eyebrows as she replied, “Ok, what’s really going on? Has much learning made you mad, girl, to leave the class before it actually got started? You never cut or miss any of your classes. Something truly must be wrong.”
    TC went through the whole spiel all over again about Professor Howard and the parking lot with Dee while El refilled her wine glass. TC continued on by saying, “Here’s what I think I am going to do. I will take two days off to decide how to handle this matter. I will send Professor Howard a message via email requesting my assignments and telling him I’m ill, and if by chance he calls again, you two can take a message. How’s that?”
    Dee grabbed her head with both hands as if it was about to fall off her neck while she walked over to the stereo. “Get out! I can’t believe this. This is some shit right here. You know what, I need to mellow out. I’ll turn on some jazz. What do you say to a little Ben Tanker? No, let’s listen to some reggae, Bob Marley or Ziggy Marley, if you please. Besides, TC needs to come over here and join us to relax a little. She is too serious and uptight all the time, especially with this shocking info I’m just hearing. Come on, TC. Grab a seat, couch, or sit on a throw pillow or something. Hell, scream, girl. Let it out! We all had a rough day. Come in here and let your hair down, like me,” Dee demanded.
    “Dee, you don’t have any hair, remember?” TC said sarcastically.
    “I know that. Erevu punda .”
    “Did you just go Swahili on me?” TC snapped.
    “ Eeh ,” Dee replied. TC already knew that word meant yes .
    TC stood with her wine glass in one hand and glanced at her freshly French manicured nails decorated with glitter and diamond designs. Her other hand she slapped on her hip, getting madder by the minute.
    TC knew El didn’t know any more Swahili than she did and apparently found it very amusing, laughing uncontrollably.
    “I’m not playing with you, Dee, and I don’t see anything funny, El. Dee, this is America. Say it, A-me- ri- ca. We speak English here, English. Do you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth?” TC demanded.
    Dee burst out laughing while yelling in a joking way, “Girl, sit your happy hips down. I said yes . I was speaking Swahili, and I called you a smart ass because you cracked on my bald head. I know I don’t have long hair. It was just a figure of speech because your tight frigid ass is always serious and stressed out. You need to slide down somebody’s pole. That’s