Love affair

chapter four-Dinner at the White house

When the plane finally landed, my legs had long been asleep. "You ready to meet the leader of the United States?" I asked Sulvinia. She shook her head but stood up. I followed her and as soon as we got off the plane, we linked arms and headed for the baggage carousel. We waited for my big green suitcase and her even bigger purple suitcase in silence.

A very familiar looking man came and got them for us. "Hey! Your the guy from graduation!" I said once I recognized him. He smiled slightly but other than that, he showed no emotion. "Your the girl who got glitter dumped all over her" he said back and I laughed while simultaneously turning a deep shade of red. "Follow me ladies. Your chariot awaits" he said as he motioned. "Why thank you sire" Sulvinia joked and I laughed. I was really getting use to having a friend around.

When we reached the car he notioned as a chariot, I stopped and my eyes went wide. It was a sleek, black stretch limo. I looked at Salvinia and she wore the same expression as me. "Are you going to stare ladies or get in? I wouldn't like to keep my boss waiting" the guy said and we climbed in. The seats were a plush red and were velvet soft. It was spacious inside and had a mini bar in it.

"Hey! look!" Sulvinia said while pointing to the roof. There was an open skylight and I looked at the guy pleadingly. "I guess you guys can stick your heads out but be careful of tunnels and signs" he cautioned and we squealed. We stood up and our heads stuck out the sky light. We pulled our full upper body out and leaned against the roof. With the breeze whipping our skin and the lights were shining down on us. We could see the sun setting in the sky ever so slightly and the buildings scraped the sky.

"We do not have buildings like those in India. Just temples" she told me while reaching to make sure the red dot was still there. I quickly search what limited knowledge I had of India and remembered it was called a third eye. It was a sign of respect and culture. I knew it meant something more but I never really focused on the India culture. "Those are sky scrapers. There aren't as near as many here as in New York. I'll have to show you my home town sometime" I told her and she smiled. "Yeah, I'd like to see it" she said and held out her pinky toward me.

I looked at her weird but she just proceeded without explaining. "Let's promise now that we will never lose touch. I want to, how you say, hang out more" she said and I grinned and nodded my agreement. "Okay now kiss your thumb" she said while doing so. I did as she said and smiled even bigger. "Now put our thumbs together. It will seal the promise" she said and I put my thumb to hers. "Now we are officially best friends!' she said and I gave her a one-armed hug.

We leaned against the roof of the limo for a couple minutes in silence. We could make out the white house in the way distance but it was still far away. "Urgh! My hair keeps hitting me in the face" Sulvinia complained as she moved her silky black hair out of her eyes in annoyance. "Why don't you put it up?" I asked her and she looked down in embarrassment. "My mother always puts it up for me. I'm not quite sure how" she admitted sheepishly. "I'll do it for you and during our stay, I'll show you" I promised. "We can give each other makeovers!" she said excited. "Let's go in and convince what's his name to let me get my brush out of my bag" I said as we ducked back inside.

"Hey bodyguard dude. Can we stop so I can get my brush out of my bag?" I asked while trying to plead with my eyes. "Here" he said while handing me a brush. "The boss has a daughter as well as a son" he said and I grinned. "Okay Sulvinia, sit on the floor. You're going to have to uncover your head so I can do this" I told her and she settled herself on the floor in between my legs. She took the pink thing off her head and I started running the brush through her hair.

"Dude, what do you use for your hair? It's so soft!" I exclaimed as I finally got all the knots out. I brushed her hair smooth. "I use this special formula that contains goat milk. It helps your hair and even washes out easy" she said a little smug. She clearly didn't think it was odd for her to put goat milk in her hair but hey, it worked. "Do you want a French braid, French twist, a chingon, a braided chingon, a bun or what?" I asked and she thought about it. "Can you do the French braid?" she asked and I nodded even though she couldn't see me. "Did Albert Einstein wear miss match socks?" I asked back. "Yes" she said a little confused. Probably about the random question. "Then there's your answer" I said. She laughed and I got to work.