I left Ismail’s house an hour ago and I am on my way to Emma’s house to visit her with Fatima. I am driving while Fatima has been on her iPad since I picked her up from her house. I don’t know what she is doing, but whatever it is, it has her full attention.
“What are you doing? You have been using your iPad since I picked you up,” I say, but it takes Fatima minutes before she answers me.
“Oh, are you talking to me?” Fatima finally responds giving me her attention.
“Nooooo, I am talking to someone else I am in the car with,” I reply sarcastically.
“Sorry, I have my mind wrapped up with wedding stuff.”
“It’s fine and why don’t you hire a wedding planner?”
“I did, but there are a few things a wedding planner can’t do for me.”
“Like what?”