Elise Riley-Tate moves through life in search of her happily ever after. After suffering a devastating loss, Elise questions her womanhood and place in her life and marriage. An unfortunate sequence of events leaves Elise in a conflicted situation...
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February 6, 2015
The Lookout Rooftop Bar
Tuscaloosa, Alabama
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"Hey Dria," I greeted walking up to her as she sat the bar. Her curly hair was wildly tamed and framing her face. She leaned over giving me a side hug, then pulled back waving the bartender over.
"Hey Leslie! I almost started without you," Dria jokes. The young male bartender came over taking our order and then asked for our id. Dria scoffed in response.
"Boy, I'm probably old enough to be your mama," she fussed while fishing her license out of her purse and handing it to him. Although Dria was older than us, she was nowhere near old enough to be his mother.
After giving her order and opening a tab for us, both Dria turned to me. "So, how did everything go yesterday?
It was my turn to scoff. "We're going to need your drink for that conversation, so we'll put a pin in that. How did your meeting with your dissertation committee go yesterday," I queried looking over at her. Dria was working on her Doctorate of Nurse Practice. Her ultimate goal was to open up clinics in small, underserved communities.
"Girl they finally approved my final chapters after revising then for the umpteenth time," she said rolling her eyes as the bartender placed her vodka and cranberry in front of her.
" I should have a defense date soon," Dria said taking a sip of her drink. She shivered slightly as the cool shaken drink made contact with her taste buds.
"That's good Dria! I'm so proud of you," I said beaming at my best friend. Dria and I met during my attempt at college life. She was this bright-eyed optimist, and I was just there because my mom forced me to.
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