‘Yes, my mom got me Gatorade and that helps.’ Ding. ‘You sang really nice today. I liked the songs you picked. (smile) ‘ ‘Thank you! I appre...iate the feedback. Sometimes I look out over the congregation and really can’t tell if they’re enjoying themselves or not. The only exception is you guys there in the front few rows, you always look like you’re into it.’ The youth group always sat together in the first few pews, like a club. There was always plenty of note-passing and texting. It was. She heard his voice but all she could do was cough and sputter, while her whole being wanted to scream in protest. ‘Yeah, it’s nice. It looks like an antique.’ ‘It was my grandmother’s. I think it will show her how I feel.’ ‘Yeah, she’ll definitely figure that out nicely.’ She stared at him and he walked over toward her and put the necklace in her hand. She looked at the necklace and then at him. Her eyes brimming with tears. She tossed the necklace at him and turned to walk out of the room. . I would have done anything to attend B.C. It’s got one of the best football programs around and it’s a really fine school. Unfortunately, I’m not filthy rich. I’m on an academic scholarship at UMass-Boston. Monique was really easygoing and down to earth, considering her impressive background. I mean, whenever I meet a B.A.P. I tend to hold my breath. What is a B.A.P.? Simply put, a Black American Princess. A young Black woman who’s pretty, educated and comes from a middle-class or upper. It feels like just yesterday. I remember her walking into the coffee shop, wearing a salwar and keeping pace with her husband who took confident strides towards my table.Once we sat down and introduced each other, she handed me her resume.She wasn’t young. Relatively experienced.There was no need for a formal interview. I had sensed an aura of maturity around her and had hired her without a second thought.She didn’t disappoint. As my PA, she was crucial in ensuring that my every activities took.