This one night we are all hanging in my living room. I tell her she would be the perfect contestant on RuPaul’s Drag Race because Reena asks the most original questions.
She says, “If you ever get preggars, can I be your kid’s ninona?”
I say, “What’s a ninona?”
“A nino and a nina,” she says.
And the readings — just listen to what she has to say if I fail to show up to her last invite.
“Did you bring the aloe vera?”
“Aloe vera?” I’m confused. “For what?”
She gives me a sharp stare and says, “for my 3rd degree burns.”
It’s ok, booboo. You’re still a winner in my heart.