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The Ghosts of Lake Lanier (Part 1)
“Davion, will you move yo’ ass?! We gon’ be late for this flight!”
“Stop rushin’ me, girl! Damn!”
That was the voice of Rakaiyah Jameson in the background as she was headed down the stairs with luggage in hand. She and her husband Davion had booked a flight from Los Angeles to Atlanta, where they’d be picked up at the airport for their trip to Lake Lanier. Their Uber was scheduled to arrive at the house in the next few minutes.
Rakaiyah was looking clean cut with her hair in knotless braids, her dark chocolate skin looking flawless, and her casual ensemble fitting her comfortably. Davion had to straighten himself out after he clumsily rushed down the stairwell with his bags.
“Don’t you think you overpacked?” asked Rakayiah. “We finna stay at my folks’ place, not the Embassy Suites. You don’t need all that.”
“Heh heh,” Davion sheepishly chuckled. “My bad.” He took a bag and a suitcase with him as their Uber was pulling up, and left the rest of his luggage by the door. He figured he could wait until he got back to their immaculate Leimert Park house to unpack and put everything away in those suitcases that were clunkier than a 1973 Ford Pinto hatchback.
