One slip and someone would have to call my mother. My close girlfriends, relationships forged back in high school, were the daughters of Caribbean immigrants, and they had left me lonely when we separated to attend different colleges. There were the nieces, two chatty little girls with hair badly in need of combing. I asked if I could take their photograph, and they looked doubtful until I said it was for school. This one has light skin tone, short brown hair, and brown eyes. Ballantine Books. I almost looked behind me to see if she was talking to someone else.
light skin girls
They were talking softly, their bodies leaning toward each other, the gravity of their words on their faces. Malik and Baby took us to where they lived in the Bronx. Forgot password? I tried to explain that the rollers and the broom added character, which made my mother laugh, and it was while she was laughing that I started taking photographs. She turned and started walking away from me. After that lunch date, Cecilia and I became friends.