Color Matters? 2

Color Matters? 2

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“What were you thinking? Asking an unknown guy for a ride?” Margaret said, when Mark went to bring his car.

“Um.. Well, for starters I did not ask him, I agreed to him, and he is not unknown, we know him for like--” Linda looked at her watch “3 hours now.”

“Come on Margaret. Don’t be upset.”

“I am not upset. It’s just, I don’t feel comfortable with this.”

Some car honked from behind them, Mark’s.

“Ladies hop in this beautiful piece of art. I present to you junker!”

“Mark, we need to reach home. Not hell” Linda said doubling up with laughter.

“He works magnificently. So just come on”

“Shotgun!” Linda exclaimed.

“Fine” Margaret said.

“Get ready for the death race” Mark said jokingly.

“How did you become a therapist” Margaret asked from behind, looking at him through the mirror.

“I am not a therapist actually. I needed money so agreed to do this group therapy. Try to keep this between us though.” He winked at Margaret.

“So, what do you really do?” Linda asked him with her usual curiousness.

“I am a journalist. What do you guys do?”

“I work at a company ‘casca’ you must have heard about it; and she is a chef” Linda said.

On the word chef Mark’s eyebrows went up.

“Surprised?” Margaret asked him.

“No, not at all.” He said, grinning at her.

“Eyes on road mister” said Linda.

“How did you two become best of friends?” Mark asked them.

“Why? does it seem weird for a black girl be friends with white one.” Margaret said, with a teasing glint in her eyes.

“Oh no! that’s not what I meant--” Mark began.

“Chill! She is just messing with you” Linda said chuckling.

“Drop us there around the corner. We live together” Margaret said, smiling as bright as ever.


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