Deja Vu

Margo smiled. “It’s nothing but God, because if it wasn’t, I can’t begin to tell you where I would be and what I’d be doing.”

Angelica didn’t want to know. This was her cue to leave, and somehow Angelica knew that although she had settled down into her new condo, eventually she would have to lose this town.

“Maybe we can get together sometime,” Angelica said.

“I’d like that,” Margo said. “How about this week?”

Angelica wasn’t sure, but she said yes anyway.

5

Fresh plants made the condo come alive. It had taken three days to make the place feel like Angelica, and now she sat back and smiled at what her magic had done. Her brothers were coming down for the weekend, and she wanted everything to be in order before they arrived.

Angelica brushed the back of her head and rubbed her neck to release the tension she was feeling. She looked at the phone several times before gathering enough courage to pick it up. She couldn’t bring herself to dial and hung up the phone.

Walking away, she suddenly turned back and dialed the numbers quickly before the voice in her head instructed her to hang up. On the first ring there was an answer, and Angelica was petrified.

“Hello.”

“Margo, this is Angelica. Just calling to see how you’re doing and perhaps interest you in lunch.”

There was some hesitation in Margo’s voice. “Sure. I’m on my way to show a house, but why don’t I pick you up? We can eat after I’ve finished showing the house, and we can catch up on the past five years.”

For Angelica, there was nothing much to tell. She was surrounded by prison bars, unable to touch, smell, or look into the faces of those who meant something to her.

“Okay. That will be fine.”

“Give me some directions, and I’ll be there in a few.”

Angelica gave Margo directions and hung up the phone. She went from room to room, picking up pillows and straightening up things so that everything would be in place when Margo arrived. Nerves started to replace the calm she felt when the day had started, but it was only Margo, the one person she could talk to about anything.

“Maybe I should call and cancel,” Angelica said aloud. “No, that’s the coward’s way out.”

With her hands on her hips, Angelica stopped short. Images of Malik crowded her head. Were he and Margo having a thing in Jefferson’s absence? She could love a man like Malik-a strong and intelligent man. Her head was confused. One minute she was thinking about Jefferson, the next Malik. But Malik was available and unattached, or so it seemed. Somehow, Angelica would have to find a way to ask Margo about it.

Angelica’s head jerked at the sound of the doorbell. She couldn’t believe Margo was already here. The mirror on the wall said she was a sharp-looking diva, and Angelica ran to the door before Margo rang the bell again.

“Hey,” Margo half whispered. She wasn’t sure if a hug was in order.

“Hey, yourself,” Angelica replied. “Come on in. It’s not much, but it’s home. I would have called you to help me find a place if I wasn’t in such a hurry.”

“Don’t worry about it. Commission isn’t everything.”

Angelica wasn’t sure if that was a slight or an attempt to make light of things in their awkward moment.

Margo glanced around the condo. She nodded her head in approval and stopped to pet the plants. “Nice place. Have you found a job yet?”

“No, I’m looking,” Angelica lied. She was going to enjoy getting up late and watching the news stories, the soap operas, and Oprah. When the time came for her to look for work, she would.

“Malik has an opening for an office assistant at his computer store.” Angelica perked up then thought, Funny, Malik hadn’t mentioned it yesterday. “He is so talented,” Margo continued. “He builds computers for his customers, and he makes good money.”

“Is Malik dating, again?” Margo frowned at her. “With Toni’s tragic death, I thought he might be…”

“Lonely?”

“Did I say something wrong? I’m not interested in Malik, if that’s what you think. I’m so out of the loop, and…”

“I’m sorry. I’m a little overprotective when it comes to Malik. He’s like a brother to me and I tend to react irrationally sometimes when it comes to his well-being.”

Tell me anything, Angelica thought to herself. Margo knows she wants to hit that; everyone else does, including me. No man in five years or at least she’s pretending like she’s had no one. Like a brother-humph.

“I’ll give Malik a call to see if the job is still available.”

“I think we should go. I’m supposed to meet this couple in twenty minutes to show the house. If you want, I can take you by Malik’s while we’re out.”

It wasn’t what Angelica had in mind, but it might be the right introduction for the start of her new life.

“Sounds like a plan.”

It was amazing to watch Margo create a thing of beauty, taking her clients on an Alice-in-Wonderland adventure as she shared all the wonderful intricacies and secrets of the homes she showed. It was almost as if she had a magic wand in her hand and, with a tilt of her wrist, she would have the client clinging to her every word, glancing about the room as Margo waved the wand because the client didn’t want to miss any attribute that Margo thought most worthy of description. Angelica would have bought every house Margo showed if she had the money to do it.

Margo had a bite, and it was about to be her lucky day. A smile crossed Angelica’s face as she watched the husband and wife go back and forth until they finally settled on the house they wanted. Life was all about decisions-especially the right ones.

Margo cruised down Bragg Boulevard. Bottoms Up, The Dollhouse-Angelica cringed. Memories of a time she would rather forget flooded her mind. Her best friend Margo had no idea she used to pole dance for a living. That is where her ex-husband Hamilton found her, giving it up to a pole because it was the easiest money she ever made.

They fell into their seats at the restaurant. After placing their orders, there was an awkward silence. Angelica tapped the table lightly.

“Look, Angelica,” Margo said. “Let’s try and relax.”

“I’m all for that. I want you to know, Margo, that…”

“There’s no need to rehash bitter moments.”

Angelica placed her hand over Margo’s. “Margo, Jefferson and I did not have a relationship. I had gone to warn him about the hit on his life. I’m guilty of turning my back on Hamilton and Jefferson with the mob boss.”

“Why, Angelica?”

“I know I was selfish. Hamilton had degraded me to nothing. Every detail of our bitter divorce was in the newspapers, and when Santiago approached me offering a life of grandeur and enough jewelry to keep a sister happy for life, I fell for it. I can’t say that I was proud of what I’d done, but I waited too late to redeem myself.”

“That’s quite a story, Angelica. I want to believe you, but it’s past tense.”

“But, Margo, if we are to get past this, I need you to know the whole story-the truth.”

“I’ve forgiven you.”

“Yes,” Angelica sighed. “I don’t take that lightly. But Margo, you and I…you and I were more. We were friends. You were the first real friend that I had.” Margo smiled. “It’s sad. I know that it took thirty-eight years of my life to finally meet someone I could totally confide in and feel that they would lay down their life for me.”

“I would have, you know. What about you, Angelica? Would you have laid down your life for me or taken mine from me?”

Angelica released her hand from Margo’s. The truth hurt. While Margo had forgiven her, the wound was still