“Hello Sir!”
“Oh hello Miss. How are you?”
“I am fine and you? I love your mobile. She looks cool.”
“Oh Jenny? You love Jenny? Yeah, she is my baby. We go everywhere. Not about to give her up unless she dies on me. She is a keeper.”
“I am glad you love her.”
“We go back. Oh yeah, we go back!”
At Art Basel,
“I love your hair.”
“You do?!”
“Yes. Do you mind if I take your picture?”
“Maybe!”
“C’mon, please?!”
“Ok, maybe if you are in it.”
“Cool. I am in.”
“Oops! I am sorry!”
It is hair. It is art. It is fashion.
Just wondering how he sleeps but wouldn’t dare ask.
“Hello Medina, how are you? Haven’t seen you in a long time.”
“How are you my dear. Still around, always at 9:30 mass.”
“You look lovely… with your hibiscus again?! You must have a big tree in your backyard.”
“Not that big. I have some, my friends send me some and others I get from people. They know I wear them and they just give them to me.”
“Yeah, I don’t recall ever seeing you without one.”
“Oh yeah, it has been thirty one years.
“Thirty one years you have been wearing one? Seriously?!”
“Yes, since my husband’s passing.”
“Wow!”
“Yes. I always have one when I step out of my door. Never forget it.”
“Glad you are doing well. Nice seeing you again Medina.”
“Nice seeing you too. I will see you around.”
“Take care!”
No, she is not from Hawaii. She is Jamaican, Chinese Jamaican and the nicest person I ever met.
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