The Sister Souljah Collection #1 by Sister Souljah

Author:Sister Souljah
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-03-29T16:00:00+00:00

8

I walked until I saw a cute little coffee shop. I bought a newspaper from the stand and ducked inside. Inside I flipped to the section with apartments for rent. I took a jar of nail polish out of my pocketbook and splashed a red dot on all the listings I was gonna check out. I had already decided I wasn’t going back to Brooklyn with everybody feeling sorry for me. I wasn’t gonna give Natalie the pleasure of feeling like me and her were on the same level. I’d find a decent place to stay while I put my survival plan together.

I put the money for the tea and fries on the table plus a dollar tip. After walking halfway through the coffee shop door, I turned around, and grabbed my tip off the table, realizing I had to save my dough. I hit the pavement, heading for an available advertised apartment in Harlem.

The building was a brownstone, on a block of brownstones. This particular one was real nice and neat with a decorative iron gate on it and flowerpots on the left and right sides of the entrance. The land-lady came to the door and peeked out the curtain. She was only about five-foot-two, real dark-skinned with a colorful scarf on her head, a dress, and house slippers. After opening the outside door, she stood behind the locked gate, looking me over from head to toe. She spoke with a thick West Indian accent, “Good afternoon chile, what can I do for you?”

“I’m interested in the apartment you have for rent.” I was confident, I looked good, expensively dressed, with a fresh hairdo.

“Are you alone?” she asked, as if she couldn’t tell I was standing on the step by myself.

“Yes I am,” I replied, trying not to be snotty. She went into her front pocket on her multicolored dress, pulled out a small key, and unlocked the gate.

“What’s your name?” she asked.

“Winter Shulman,” I said proudly.

“Are you married?” she asked.

“No I’m not.”

“Do you have any children?”

“No.”

“Oh,” she said, “because we have working people in this building and little babies are wonderful but they can be a loud disturbance in the middle of the night.”

“No, I don’t have any children,” I reassured the suspicious little lady. “What floor is the apartment on?” I asked, trying to hurry her along.

“Oh, it’s on the second floor. We’ll go up in a minute. So how did you hear about the apartment?”

“I read about it in the paper,” I said, wondering why she put an ad in the paper if it was supposed to be a secret.

“Oh,” she said. “How old are you?” she asked, still digging.

“I’m twenty-two.”

“Oh, are you a student?”

“Yes, I am,” I lied. I figured that must be what she wanted to hear.

“Oh, that’s nice. What are you studying?”

I paused, couldn’t think of anything. I looked down at my shoes and quickly said, “Fashion.”

“Oh, that’s nice. Well you look good chile. I hear dem models make a good living. But

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