Erica’s trouble seemed connected to her job. She worked as a college athletic recruiter, so most of her time was spent on the road traveling from high school to high school searching for the next NCAA superstar. Left to her own devices, Linda got busy and acclimated. Within a month of moving, she joined her sorority’s graduate , found a church to attend, and conquered one of the biggest hurdles any African American woman faces moving to a new city: finding a decent head dresser.
As I spent time with Linda, I became more and more attracted to her personality. She loved foreign films and reading and was always up for trying out a new restaurant. As much as I enjoyed hanging out with Danita and Karen, my fingers seemed to dial Linda’s number more and more when I felt like chatting about nothing in particular.