Then, one evening about six, they ran into each other on the elevator to the parking garage."Hi, Laura," Sholandra smiled, genuinely friendly for a ch...nge, not trying to tease.She was looking even more shockingly lovely than usual to Laura, wearing one of those wide leather belts, tightly cinched, that emphasized the narrowness of her waist, which only made the rest of her figure more breathtaking. Laura tried not to stare."Hi," she said, warmly.Then they both fell silent, very nervous about. "We have a visitor."I looked back over my shoulder to see who she was talking about. So wrapped up in Ceilidh and Summer's drama, even I had managed to forget I was there watching.Summer shifted so she could see me. "Wow. He's beautiful. Is he yours?"Ceilidh shook her head, rising from the bed to come put a hand out to me. "Nope. I think he might be a stray."In the past, I may have bristled at the word "stray." It implies an unruliness or even being unwelcome. Food service workers wear hair. Then he opened the door and I was looking into the dark inside of the car. A tall white, muscular woman with long, black cornrows was sitting inside. She smiled while putting her hand forth to greet me: ?Hi! I'm Katrina. You're coming from Jay, right?? I nodded and shook hands with her. ?Welcome to Somalia!?When I tried to release the handshake she surprisingly held my hand as if in a vice. I looked up and directly into her eyes. This cold look that accompanied her words I will never forget:. It's silent for one second, enough time for me to register that this is awkward. "I'm good Hannah, this is Chanel. Chanel... Hannah," he introduces us. She's very pretty, blonde, big brown eyes. "Nice to meet you," I say sweetly as she composes herself. "You too," she replies, smiling. I glance at Ethan, and he seems reluctant to speak. "Uh, Hannah's an old friend of mine," he says, clarifying how they know each other. "Oh, okay," I nod, and Hannah won't stop staring at me. I've seen that.