Jordan

"Miss Patricia, let’s go dish the food. My stomach won’t stop grumbling.”

“Why don’t you and Ray set up the game? Jordan and I will dish out the food. Isn’t that right?” She says she is giving me an eye signal.

"Correct.” I respond raising the bag containing the food I ordered. I know Mrs. Charity has been itching so much to find out why I asked her to pull such a stunt.

“Start spilling," she says after peeking to be sure Patricia is nowhere in sight.

I tell her everything that happened earlier in the day and also disclose my feelings towards Patricia to her. She grabs my hands and starts to dance salsa.

“Spin me around, gentleman.”

Ok, this was not the reaction I was expecting. Don’t tell me she belongs in the queue of people who have been trying to ship us.

"I never liked that boy!”

“That makes two of us.”

“I don’t see any bottles to be popped anywhere." Mrs. Charity says.

"Mother, what’s the celebration?” Patricia waltz in catching us unaware.

“Life. Yes, life.” Mrs. Patricia says