This a story of how Taraji and Fantasia fell in love on the set of The Color Purple. They have trials and tribulations and dealings with people who don't want them together, will they weather the storms to come? Will love conquer all?
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Today we were flying out to Chicago for the interview with Oprah. Dallas and Keziah stayed at Taraji's house with her girls so that they could take them to school in the morning, She also had Tara staying with them. Terrance was too busy to watch them which I understood. Our flight was two hours long which Taraji was very grateful for, she hated long flights. I honestly didn't mind them. The flight attendant had approached and asked me if we would like anything and I turned to Taraji to see if she'd like anything. "Mama?" She was all spaced out.
"Hm?"
"Do you want anything to eat or drink?"
"Yes, do we have pretzels or something? Can I get wine?"
"Yes, we have wine."
"No, two waters and some pretzels, please. Thank you." The stewardess nodded and walked away. Taraji stared at me.
"I can't have my wine?"
"No, you get one drink a day, do you really want to use it now?" She shook her head.
"I guess not."
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Let me see your feet."
"Tasia we are on the plane, what if my feet stink?"
"We took a shower together, if your feet stink that fast that's a different problem."
"I don't feel like taking off my shoes Tai." She whined. I rolled my eyes and grabbed her legs swinging them onto my lap. "Ooh, you know I like it rough." I slapped her thigh.
"Stop it." I pulled off her shoes and her socks. I was checking for swelling, and her doctor told me it was a symptom. I put her shoes and socks back on. "Lift your shirt." She huffed but raised her shirt exposing her abdomen, I pressed on her stomach and she didn't show any discomfort. "How is your coughing?"
"I'm fine." She lowered her shirt and I smiled.
"Okay, I'll let you be."
"Thank you." She sat back in her seat and got comfortable. "How long have we been on here?"
"Almost an hour."
"Ugh!"
"Stop being impatient." I turned to face her. "What kind of questions do you think Ms O. will ask?"
