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didn't learn how to do
this in college; I read it in books and went to seminars. You're
young. If you start now, by the time you're my age you could be
very well off. You could have more than this!" Ginger waved her arm
like a game show hostess.
    "There you go with that age shit
again," Desiree joked nervously to cover the fact that the
conversation was slightly over her head. She wouldn't begin to know
anything about investing or assets and was surprised to hear Ginger
speak like she was some kind of Wall Street big shot. Desiree
couldn't imagine doing the kinds of things Ginger described. That
was for white people and people with money. Desiree used to think
that she was smart but had stopped believing that smarts gave her
an edge in life some time ago.
    There was another reason Desiree had
reservations about what Ginger was telling her. Ginger was
practically a stranger, even though they'd been "together." Was
Ginger telling her all of this because she was expecting some kind
of relationship? Desiree had enjoyed what went down, but she had no
intention of becoming a lesbian.
    "I'm serious," Ginger
stated. She went into the freezer and pulled out a Tupperware
container of soup and put it in the microwave. She reached in the dishwasher and pulled out a
bowl and a spoon for Desiree to eat with. She poured her a huge
glass of Coca-Cola. "Drink this Coke. I know it's kind of flat, but
that's how it's supposed to be. It sounds crazy, but I guarantee
that it will settle your stomach."
    "Can I ask you a question?" Desiree
stared at Ginger with her piercing topaz eyes.
    "Shoot." Ginger sat on a
countertop.
    "Why are you being so nice to me? I
mean, why do you care? What's in it for you?"
    Ginger grinned sheepishly "I'm not so
nice. Here." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a wad of
bills. "What's that for?" Desiree accepted the money but was
confused.
    "Dewante paid us twenty-five hundred
each last night. I kept this and told you he was paying us a
g."
    "So why are you telling me this now?"
Desiree asked her, quickly putting her money in her bra.
    "You seem like you need a little help.
I can tell you need money, and I can help you. And I don't know if
it's because we favor or what. But I feel like I already know you.
I guess it's like, if I had a little sister, she'd be a lot like
you. Maybe I see a little of myself in you, me from a long time
ago. Besides, when you put positive vibes into the universe, that's
what you're going to get back." Ginger transferred the soup from
the Tupperware container to a bowl and placed it in front of
Desiree, who sat at a stool. Desiree didn't know anything about
positive vibes and the universe, but whatever Ginger had been doing
was obviously working.
    "This is so good." Desiree greedily
devoured the soup.
    "Isn't it? I got that soup last month
in St. Thomas. I had them put the soup in this huge-ass container
and froze it as soon as I got home. Luckily, the flight was only an
hour."
    "Wow! It's weird, but I swear my
hangover is gone." Desiree wiped her mouth. Ginger refilled her
bowl.
    "I know. I got real fucked-up when I
was there, and one of the locals told me to go to this spot called
Walter's and get the island chicken soup, guaranteed to cure a
hangover," Ginger told her.
    "Damn. There's a whole potato in
here."
    "There's all kind of shit in there:
carrots, celery, and potato and in real pieces, not all smushed up
like in a can. It's natural. That's why it works."
    Desiree smiled at Ginger. Ginger
smiled back. An awkward silence.
    "Do you feel weird about last night?"
Ginger asked her.
    "Yeah," Desiree admitted. "That was
some wild shit. I mean, nobody could have told me that a star like
Dewante would pay to get his ass licked. What is that? Is he gay or
what? I mean, he really liked the fingers up his ass and what-not,"
Desiree chattered.
    "I meant about what happened with
us."
    Desiree smiled sheepishly "It was
weird. But it was weird in a nice way I mean, it felt good