You girls good getting back with Gia?”“Fuck...” Natalie sighed.“I don’t need to spiderweb my anger out to you girls, but I’m more than wil...ing to, Natalie. Are you good to get home with Gia?”“I am. Yes ma’am.”“Good, Avie, get in the back. You too David.”“Shit.” David said as he lifted his bookbag out of the open trunk. “My keys--”“Your dad has them. He has a lot to say to you about letting someone else drive that car.”“Alright,” David trudged on. He looked back. Leanne was waving but all the. Signed,Me...July 4, 2007 12:04 a.m.Dear Diary,Ok, so now you can disregard that previous entry about my nonexistent sex life.It's Independence Day, and yes, fireworks were definitely lighting up the night. Literally and figuratively. Everyone was down by the lake, awaiting the firework show to start at 9, as we munched on snacks. A majority of us were sitting in the grass, me leaning on a tree. Wendi was sitting next to me on the right, and Tammi on the left. I was trying not to stare, but I. So would you like some coffee?’ That had been their beginning. They had not noticed before but they shared a class or two, both electives. As the year progressed, they became friends, often returning to the coffee shop where their friendship was born. She was cresting the rise now and decided to take a short breather at the first overlook. As she gazed out over the landscape she mused, ‘Georgia looks just like Alabama.’ After a sip or two of water from her canteen, she continued along the. A fresh garden salad completed the menu. Theslave was shown how to set the dining room table with candles andflowers, and the place settings had to be just so. The slave had towear white cotton gloves when he handled any of the dishes of thehousehold. Maria's cell phone rang and she was told to be ready toserve dinner for two at six P.M. Precisely at six, Jennifer and Artisentered the dining room and took their places at the table. The slavewas not allowed to serve and stayed in the.