years ahead in terms of fashion. We racked up on all kinds of gear, and of course everybody smoked a lot and spoke French. Thank God I speak French, too.â
âParis! Thatâs whatâs up. When did you go? Was it cold? Were there any black people? How was the food?â Mari was excited.
âWe went last spring. Yes, it was kinda cold, but not too bad because my mama got us these beautiful Burberry wool coats, and we were chauffeured around, so we hardly felt the cold at all. The food was differentâreally rich with lots of creamy sauces. Paris has way more white people than black people, but we saw a lot of blacks, especially Africans. Probably because my mama was there to scout out models for Wright Touch.â
âDid she find one?â
âShe found a ton. I think they are going to choose one soon to do some kind of European marketing campaign. Weâve been to Jamaica tons of times and London, too. I think sheâs trying to go to Brazil later on this year. Iâll probably get to go.â
âThatâs really cool that you get to travel like that.â
âWell, you know thatâs how it is when youâre a baller,â said Asha. âOne day weâll probably have a private jet and everything.â
âA lot of people wish they could have a life like yours. I mean Iâve never been out of the country,â said Mari, closing her eyes to think. âWell, I take that back. When we went to a wedding in Detroit when I was young, we drove across the border to Canada, but we were only there for a few hours. We used to go on a family vacation every summer to places like Disney World and Washington, D.C. We did go to L.A. and New York City, but I donât think I really know any black people who live like you.â
âThere are a bunch of us, just not all in one place. Maybe you can come back sometime when my mama is throwing one of her fabulous affairs. Youâll really see how the grown and sexy get down then. Itâs catered, and thereâs a live band and champagne flowing everywhere.â
âThat sounds like a video.â
âWell, there are usually celebrities everywhere,â said Asha, hopping off the swing to lean against the wood railing of the balcony.
âOoh, like who?â
âJust some singers, rappers and a few actors and modelsâthe regulars. Iâm going to take a shower,â said Asha, changing the subject. âIâll use the one down the hall and you can use mine. Towels are in the closet, and just get a T-shirt and shorts out of the top drawer.â Asha grabbed a towel and some clothes and disappeared from the room.
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After dinner, Asha took Mari on a tour of the Wrightsâ home. Every room, all sixteen, not including the full basement and the four bathrooms, were just as impressive as Ashaâs room. There was all kinds of artâfrom sculptures to paintings and state-of-the-art technology all over the house. When they entered the foyer, Mari noticed the grand piano between two sets of spiral staircases and asked Asha who played.
âNot me,â she said.
âI play,â said Roxie, coming around the corner, âand Asha sings.â
âYou sing, Asha?â said Mari, a bit surprised.
âWell, I can do a little something,â said Asha.
âSing a little something for Mari, baby. Iâll play,â said Roxie, sitting down at the piano.
âMama, Iâm kinda tired from practice, plus, I donât know what to sing,â said Asha, moving closer to the piano.
âGirl, please. You know you wanna sing. Stop all that fake modesty,â said Roxie.
âOkay, Iâll do a short something,â said Asha, grinning.
âWhat do you want me to play?â asked Roxie.
âNo, Mama, I donât need accompaniment. Iâll just do something a cappella,â said Asha.
âAll right, Mari. Get ready,â said Roxie. âYouâre