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mirror doing her hair and singing to “Your Love.”
    Apple sang the lyrics with feeling, thinking about Cross. She was glowing in the mirror, thinking about love.
    She, Ayesha, and Mesha had planned to take a cab to Penn Station and get on the New Jersey Transit to Jersey. Since the concert was starting at six o’clock, they had less than three hours to arrive before the first performance, and Apple didn’t want to be late.
    Apple swayed, bobbed to the tune, and continued singing. When the song ended, she repeated the track from the beginning, knowing she could listen to it all day while thinking about Cross.
    After touching up her hair, she realized she was out of eyeliner. She sucked her teeth, knowing she had to ask Kola. Wanting to look good, she swallowed her pride, walked over to Kola’s room, and knocked hard on the door.
    “What?” Kola shouted.
    “It’s Apple. Why you got the door locked?”
    “’Cause I’m busy!” Kola yelled.
    “I need to borrow your eyeliner. Open the damn door!” Apple shouted back.
    “Apple, I’m fuckin’ busy!”
    “Well, I’ma keep on knocking until you ain’t busy,” she snapped back.
    Kola snatched open the bedroom door and glared at Apple. “You and Nichols already be borrowing my shit wit’out fuckin’ asking.”
    “I don’t touch your shit, Kola. That’s Nichols.”
    Looking past her twin, Apple noticed Kola had a guy in the room. Kola was in her usual tight white shorts, which were unfastened, and her nipples showed through a tight T-shirt.
    “Why you in my fuckin’ business, Apple? Damn!” Kola closed the door to her room a little.
    “I don’t give a fuck who you fuckin’. I just wanna borrow your eyeliner.”
    “What? So you can look like a hooker for Summer Jam and hope that maybe you’ll run into your baby, Cross?” Kola teased.
    Apple sighed. “Look, you gonna let me use it or not? I can buy my own; I just ain’t got time to run to the store.”
    Kola sucked her teeth. “Whatever. Hold on.” She closed the door on Apple and went to get the eyeliner.
    Apple stood in the narrow hallway of their apartment, hands on her hip and an annoyed look across her face. She thought Kola had some nerve fucking a guy in their mother’s place.
    Kola’s door flew open, and she tossed Apple the eyeliner that she needed.
    “Thank you,” Apple said.
    “Don’t lose my shit.”
    Apple retreated to the bedroom to finish dressing. She wasn’t going to let Kola’s attitude ruin the night she had planned with her girls. Apple looked at the time. It was already a quarter to four, and she wasn’t dressed yet. She quickly donned her outfit and put on the makeup needed to make her look older than she really was. She checked herself in the mirror and loved what she saw. She’d managed to make herself look five years older, and with the body she walked around with, she knew dudes would be sweating her and her girls.
    At a quarter past four, the apartment buzzer sounded. Apple ran to answer the door with her shoes in hand. “I got it!” she yelled out. She swung open the apartment door and greeted Mesha and Ayesha.
    Mesha looked at Apple with a frown and barked, “You ain’t finished dressin’ yet?”
    “I’m done, Mesha. Damn. I just gotta get my shit.”
    “Hurry up, girl. You know I ain’t tryin’ to be late,” Mesha said.
    Apple ran back into her bedroom, while Mesha and Ayesha walked into the apartment, saying hello to Nichols, who was on the couch watching MTV.
    Nichols turned around and noticed the girls’ attire. “Damn! Y’all is lookin’ right.”
    Mesha smiled. “You know it.”
    “I’m goin’ next year wit’ y’all,” Nichols said with an eager smile.
    “I hear that,” Ayesha said.
    Mesha had on a pair of tight, drop-waist, double-button Seven jeans that highlighted every curve, a pair of white open-toe Fendi heels, and a liquid-gold mesh halter top that draped over her body and accented her breasts.
    Ayesha wore a belted Lurex