Thinking Kinky : The Nappy Haired Diva

I have no idea why Bethany was slumped against the wall like she just ran a marathon, twice. Her hair looked a mess, the bags under her eyes resembled miniature saucers and her breath smelled like she brushed her teeth with cheap wine. Before I could even say anything to her about it, Tanya's ever-tardy behind came sashaying in the restaurant as if she weren't late. With her Luis Vuitton bag dangling carelessly from her chubby arm and her ultra inappropriate little black dress clinging tightly against her body, she wedged herself into the booth gingerly with a practiced wiggle so not to draw attention to the effort it took to get her fat ass in there in the first place. I just smiled at her. I wasn't going to tell her she was late. She knew. I wasn't going to tell her that she looked ridiculous. She didn't care. I certainly wasn't going to ask her how she was doing, because then our entire meeting was going to be based on a question I didn't even really wa...