Harlem, New York...1932
Carl was restless in his chair for he wanted to go ask Varisetta to dance but the butterfly feeling in his stomach kept Carl glued to the seat. The smooth rhythm of the music encouraged Carl's fingers to dance ontop of the table shaking his drink to the rhythm and blues. Carl light brown eyes and smooth carmel skin shimmer in the lightly lit nightclub. Carl was wearing a dark blue jacket and matching pants with a cool cream color shirt. Rick noticed Carl restlessness due to Carl eyeing the most cutest girl in the joint. Rick smiled a slick smile and continued to enjoy the moment of Carl uncomfortable state because Varisetta wasn't paying no attention to her admirer.
Waterfalls of laughter surrounded the old friends that grew up in Harlem, just at the turned of the century. The town was pumping hot with new comers of wild music, awesome style of creativity, and so much beauty of color folks making one want to scream and holler that glory days are for sure here to stay.
Carl turned to his dear old friend and notice the smirk on his face, so Carl decided to not address the impeding pull of his stomach, instead Carl returned the smile and took a sip of his beer. Just then, a tall dark man approached Varisetta and took her hand to walk towards the dance floor. Carl instantly slammed down the drink making the beer splashed on the then clean tabletop. Rick wiped the spill with his free napkin still eyeing Carl with a questionable facial expression.
“You want to leave now? Rick asked as he balled up the napkin soaked with beer.
“Yeah, I think this joint is not what all the fuss it has gotten.” Carl snarled as he put back on his fitted jacket and headed for the door not waiting on Rick to catch up.
Carl and Rick made it outside the joint and at the same time reached for a cigarette. Rick lit up his before giving Carl a lit. The two black males took a puff as they headed up the 125th street. The cool night breeze in Harlem moved their jackets lightly making a small flapping noise. The two old pals said nothing as the many car lights passed them by under the sparkling white stars.
The next day...early in the morning...
"Carl when are you going to fix those cabinets I have been asking ya for the longest boy?" Josephine demanded as she flipped her famous blueberry pancakes.
The next day...early in the morning...
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