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Page 44 of This Could Be Us

“So, Hen,” I say, linking one arm through Hendrix’s elbow and the other through Yasmen’s. “You said the seeds of an empire are right here in my house, right?”

“For damn sure.” Hendrix squeezes my arm reassuringly.

I split a smile between my two best friends. “Then let’s grow it.”

PART II

“I am out with lanterns looking for myself.”

—Emily Dickinson, personal correspondence

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

SOLEDAD

Eight Months Later

Ineeded this.” I release a pent-up breath and stretch out on the luxe white rug covering Hendrix’s living room floor. “A night out of my house where no one is calling me Mom or asking me for anything.”

“Honey, you just described my whole life.” Hendrix chuckles. “Welcome to Chez Single Bitch and Glad About It.”

When she passes me a drink, I prop myself up on my elbow to accept the glass with strawberries and lemons afloat in the slightly fizzy liquid. After one sip, I moan, bringing the glass back for another.

“Hen, this is incredible. What is it?”

“Strawberry-lemon prosecco sangria.” She settles on the sleek white couch that dominates her living room. “One of my clients made these at her birthday party last week. Love them so much, had to share.”

“Add this drink to the list of things I needed after the week I’ve had.” I scoot over and rest my back against the couch beside her legs, placing my glass on the coaster on the glass coffee table.

“That’s two of us.” She sets her drink down, too, crossing her legs in the blush-pink silk loungewear I’ve seen on several celebrity favorite things lists.

“You look like an ad for luxury lifestyle,” I tell her, resting my head on her knee.

“What can I say? Iamtherich Black girlaesthetic.” She pats her braids,which are pulled into a casually elegant topknot. “Now catch me up on this hellacious week you’ve had.”

I let out a hollow laugh and reach for my drink again. “I’m too exhausted to even tell you how bad it is. You ever just get sick of hearing your own problems? Let’s talk about something else, like dinner. You got eggs? I could make that frittata you like.”

“Forget the frittata. I don’t want to talk about something else. Tell me what’s going on, Sol.”

I lift my head and implore her with a look. “Can we skip it? It’s the same shit you’ve been hearing the last nine months. I don’t have enough money. I may have to pull the girls out of Harrington. All their friends and teachers they love are there, but if it comes to that, I will do it. I’m barely keeping a roof over our heads.”

The same pathetic litany. I shove down the rising anxiety at the thought of the collectors calling, the teetering pile of bills stashed in my bedroom where the girls won’t see it, and my half-empty closet, stocked only with the remnants of my wardrobe I haven’t consigned yet. I’m on the verge of being house poor because I actually started selling furniture from spare bedrooms and other places I could find. One room is completely empty now. I go in there sometimes when I’m alone in the house, staring at the blank white walls as they close in on me.

“The savings running out fast, huh?” Hendrix asks.

“Yeah. CalPot unfroze our accounts, but that just gave me access to what was there. I had a nice little nest egg saved for emergencies, but nine months of emergencies? Not so much.”

“You get any catering jobs this month?”

“I did, a couple here and there, and a bit of interior design work for some of the moms at Harrington. I had my first few sponsored ads on my socials, so thanks for the connection, by the way.”

She inclines her head. “You know I’mma always look out for you, but it sounds like the expenses are outpacing the income.”

“A little bit.” I draw my knees up and wrap an arm around them. “I’ve gotten more orders for my pear preserves. Once Yas started sellingthem at Grits, a few other restaurants requested them. I got some personal orders too.”

“That’s great, Sol,” Hendrix says, giving me a little fist bump.

“Yeah, and Yasmen says I could always come work at Grits. Right now, I’m at least making through my side hustles as much as I would at the restaurant, and this way allows me to make my own schedule so I can be there for the girls. It’ll be fine.”




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