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Chapter One
    “S o have you talked to your family yet?” Axel
asked me as we walked along the stands of the fresh produce market.
    “Yes, actually, we talked yesterday while you were out with
Matt.”
    “Did she ask you where you were?” Axel asked as he tested
the firmness of a ripe tomato.
    “She didn’t, I guess she figured that I was still in Puerto
Rico,” I said as I reached for a green bell pepper.
    “You’re going to have to tell her eventually, you know. You
can’t keep me in the dark forever,” Axel said before picking up and smelling a
cantaloupe.
    “I’m not trying to keep you in the dark, I just would rather
you two meet in person,” I said as we wandered further into the store for some
meats.
    “What kind of steak would you like?” Axel asked.
    “Ribeye; that one,” I said pointing to the second one down.
    “Well, that’s all good; except for if your family is going
to give me the cold reception you got from my former friends.”
    It’d been almost a week since we’d been here. I’d already
let my former boss know about my new career choice, and received a warm
congratulations. When it came to my apartment, I still wanted to hang on to
that, so I sent a money gram to my landlord. My car payments were automatically
drafted as well as my insurance. Everything back at home was secure.
    The only problem was with my family. Josie was okay, but
Josie was my best friend, not my mother. My mother was acting as though I’d
been gone for months, rather than two weeks. She’d called several times
yesterday, wondering where I was and of course how I was doing. Though my mom’s
intentions were good, she found it hard to accept that I was an adult.
    Now the pressing issue in regards to Axel was finally
letting my mom know about him, firs of all, and then let her know that he was
in fact white. I never had to do this before, but I guess I could start
planning my speech. I needed to talk to Josie later on today. I knew that she
wouldn’t flip being that her father is white.
    “I promise I will talk to her,” I said dismissively.
    “I know that you will, but when Jaida?” Axel pressed as we
ordered a packet of assorted chicken.
    “Axel, please don’t push this issue. I will handle it; in
the meantime, I just need you to trust me. Who's’ to say that when I tell her
about your color, that she will be any more or less accepting?” I asked as we
wandered towards the pasta.
    “She’ll be a whole lot less shocked, that’s for sure. I mean
the woman doesn’t even know that I exist!”  
    “Ok Axel, let’s calm down a bit, your mom doesn't’ know
about me either. Are you telling me that it’s more likely that you’ll see my
mom before I see yours?” I asked as I selected a few bundles of pasta. 
    “Ok, you got me there, no my mother doesn’t know about you
yet. Though, if you wanted to, we could chat on Skype when we get back to the
house,” Axel said causing me to roll my eyes.
    “You always have to one up me huh?” I asked trying to
control this grin.
    “Oh baby, it’s not trying,” he said patting my bottom before
walking past me.
    If my legs were longer, I would’ve been able to kick him as
he walked away laughing. Sometimes Axel could be such a smart ass.
    “Axel, you’re a punk,” I said finally catching up to him.
    He laughed and slung his arms around my shoulders, “I know,”
he said before