MY NEIGHBOR'SPRIVATE HOUSE

as coal black with tiny curls. Her skin was the color of coffee with lots of milk, smooth but marked every now an

lighter, like she did when she passed her exams. She tied her braids back into a pony tail. T

ther, Hurry, or you w

too old for you to be singing Happy Birthday to me, mom. Her mother shook her head and said, No, Nicole. Every day that one is al