Carolinas Caper
This is a long tale in seven parts, meant to be read at leisure. Part 1 I was deep in thought as I strode down the hallway to the office restroom, grappling with the morning’s problems…the little, unexpected bureaucratic ones that always seem to crop up each day. I was so engrossed that I almost didn’t see her, a slim – though very curvy – African-American woman in a tightly fitted light blue sleeveless dress that lent much credit to her dark chocolate complexion. She apparently had seen me,...