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Effective January 2014, the Blog-Zine is cosed to new posts and is going dark. The blog and its archives will stay "up," though, so please feel free to peruse the archives and discover all of the great books, authors, articles, and other features that have joined me here over the years. Thanks to all who helped make my Blog-Zine adventure a raging success! Read on!
Residents of Pineview, Texas suspect no foul play when a popular young couple dies in a car accident. However, years later, when another friend of Landan and Janda (the Colquin twins) turns up dead, the twins mull over the possibility of a killer in their midst. Fearing for their lives, can the twins and their friends figure out the identity of the killer before there is another murder? For all involved, they soon learn that life is seldom played by its precedent rules, as a haze between the world in which we live and the one in which we wish we did emerges.
The morning of May 30th, graduation day, Janda, opening one eye, peeked at the clock on her nightstand. Ten-fifty. Springing out of bed, she had less than one hour to get dressed, pick up her two best friends, Alison and Nita, and high tail it to Benny's house for the class barbecue. Tonight was the big night with Benny kicking the day off with a barbecue and Nita ending it with the after graduation party at her family's lake house. Everybody who was anybody was going to be there.
Giving her long, thick, honey colored hair a few swift, but gentle strokes with a brush, she pulled it back into a ponytail. Since her hair appointment was for that afternoon to get a retouch on her relaxer, she was careful not to put the rubberband on too tight. Cocking her head to the side, she looked over at the jeans she wore last night flung over onto the side chair in her bedroom. They were still unwrinkled. With a different shirt, no one would ever know they were the same ones she had on last night when the group went to the movies for senior night. Pulling the jeans up over her amber colored, petite swimsuit model built figure, she laughed thinking about how put out Nita would be if it were revealed she was wearing the same jeans she had on the night before. She smiled, admiring her regal features in the mirror. Her honey hair color and dimpled cheeks, she got from her father, but looks, she took from her mother's smooth skinned, red toned, West Indian ancestors.
Janda turned up the radio when Age of Aquarius, as recorded by the Fifth Dimension, came on. Using her brush as a pretend microphone, she belted out the lyrics mimicking Marilyn McCoo.
She was interrupted by a rapid knock at her bedroom door.
Knowing it was Landan, her five feet, ten inch, athletic, male near-mirror image, she did not respond.
"I know you in there! I hope you plan to use Mama's car, 'cause when I leave this time, I'm not coming back to get you!" he yelled from the other side. Landan Colquin, much more time conscious than his sister, had already left the house once, three hours earlier, to take care of what he considered manly business. Such as washing, cleaning, and waxing his car, getting a haircut, and allowing himself enough time to get back home for a quick shower before heading off to the barbecue.
A year ago, their parents gave them a car for their birthday, but the sharing got old after about six months. In whatever way, Janda did not particularly care since it provided her the ammunition to rationalize that if she wasn't the one driving, she didn't need to pay for the up keep or fill it up with gas. That left her allowance available for other things such as shopping trips to the mall.
The telephone rang. It was Alison. "Why you got the radio up so damn loud? You listenin' to King B's Oldies?" The area Disc Jockey, King B, played oldies during the noon hour on Fridays, the only other time slot allocated to "Black people" music besides the King B thirty-minute weekday evening show.
"Yeah," Janda responded. "Whatcha' want?"
"My momma wantcha' to come an hour early. She got a cancellation so, she movin' everybody's hair appointment up. And, you better be on time. I don't want my momma to have time to even think about any notions of getting her hands on my head!"
"Girlfriend, it is time to stop being such a tomboy and put down the 'Fro. You been wearing that Afro since ninth grade! Even the brothers are cuttin' theirs off!"
"Whatever. Anyway, remember, I did let my mama press it for the prom," she sassed.
"That's only because you got tired of her being on your back about how she wanted you to look ladylike on prom pictures. So, that don't count."
"You worry about that honey-colored mane of yours. 'Cause, I'm gonna keep sporting my Angela Davis Afro, girlfriend. Somebody got to keep representin' our oppression and keepin' the revolution alive.
"Girl, you a trip," Janda laughed. "You need to be laying out in the sun trying to tan withcha' yella-bone self."
"At least my skin and hair ain't the same color, Miss Red-bone." Alison laughed back.
"See, you don't even know your colors," Janda chuckled with a comeback. "My hair is not red, it's sandy. You just be ready. I'll be by in thirty minutes! I'm driving Mama's car."
"Landan left us?" Alison's disappointment apparent. "Alright then, girl," she sighed. "Oh, by the way, Nita called saying we did not have to pick her up. And, she said something about having some surprise for us at the barbecue."
"I bet she got a new car."
"You think? Her daddy just got her that Pinto two years ago."
"Who knows? Anyway, see ya' in thirty."
Alison's mother, single parent of one, owned and operated an exclusive up-scale beauty salon. The Who's Who list of East Texas African-American females made up the salon's clientele. Alison's father, a military officer, died while serving in the Vietnam War.
The three long-standing friends, Alison, Janda, and Nita, were inseparable. With their array of beautiful skin tones representing the African Diaspora, the coming of age women were gorgeous to behold with Janda the shortest at 5'3" and Alison the tallest at 5'8". At high school, they were known as the Treacherous Threesome because they were always protesting some sort of injustice or female right's issue at school.
Read Chapter 1 - Part 2 tomorrow at Victorious Cafe...
JA Adams, author of three psychological suspense novels--Chameleon, Purple Haze, and Unfinished Business--uses personal and professional experiences to bring awareness to psychological issues that affect our relationships.
Adams actively writes and volunteers with numerous organization bringing awareness to teen dating violence and women issues, as well as, advocating against intimate partner and family violence.
Adams resides in Austin, TX with her husband and children nearby. For more information visit www.jaadamsauthor.com.
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