a bunch of delivering for us tomorrow and next week!”
Olivia turned up the music.
“Wow, they all have cars?”
Jamila laughed at her.
“This is Los Angeles, Olivia—a lot of people here have cars.”
“I know, I need to get one. But it’s a big decision! And I’ve never actually bought a car before, so I’m intimidated by the whole going-to-a-dealership-for-it part.”
Jamila turned to her with a wide smile on her face.
“What are you doing tomorrow at lunchtime?”
Olivia desperately wished she had a client meeting, or a conference call, or something.
“Nothing specific, but I have work to do.” She didn’t want to ask, but she had to. “Why?”
Jamila flashed a huge smile at her.
“Because I’m going to pick you up from work, and I’m going to take you to buy a car, that’s why.”
Olivia argued with her, but somehow the next day at 12:15, she got into Jamila’s car.
“Seriously, if you have better things to do on this beautiful Los Angeles day, you don’t have to spend the afternoon helping me buy a car,” Olivia said.
Jamila waved her words aside.
“Thanks for making me feel like a loser since I actually don’t have anything better to do on this beautiful Los Angeles afternoon.” She made a face at Olivia, and they both laughed. “Okay, what kind of car are we buying today?”
As soon as they walked into the dealership, a tall, thin salesman with a big smile on his face greeted them.
“Can I help you two today?” He looked back and forth between Olivia and Jamila. “Let me guess . . . sisters?”
Olivia looked at Jamila and grinned. Sure, why not.
Jamila nodded and smiled at the salesman.
“Hi . . . Brad,” Jamila said. Oh right, he was wearing a name tag. “My sister and I here would love to test-drive a few cars, if you have them on the lot?”
Two hours later, after four test drives—one car twice—some negotiation, and a whole lot of signing of papers, Brad handed Olivia a key.
“Congratulations on your new car, Ms. Monroe,” he said.
Olivia and Jamila grinned at each other as they walked out of the dealership.
“I’m taking you to happy hour for that,” Olivia said. “Isn’t there a good Mexican place nearby?”
Olivia pulled into a parking space by the restaurant after circling the block only four or five times. She made it to a table before Jamila did, so she pulled her phone out of her bag. She had to tell Max about her car. They’d texted a few times already today, but she hadn’t told him she was going to actually buy a car. Partly because she hadn’t really believed it herself.
Guess what I did today?
Just then, Jamila dropped down into the seat across from her. Olivia pushed a menu toward her friend.
“I shouldn’t drink anything if I have to drive that car home; I’m too paranoid,” Olivia said as they looked over the menu. “But you should have something if you want. I’m definitely getting a plate of nachos as big as my head.”
Jamila shook her head.
“Oh, thanks, but I don’t drink. You should come back here sometime when you’re not driving—the margaritas are supposed to be great. And the nachos are fantastic.”
After they ordered food, Jamila cleared her throat.
“Before you started your own firm, did you work in a different law firm for a while?”
Olivia nodded.
“For the bulk of my career, so . . . what, twelve or thirteen years. Why?”
Olivia geared herself up to give law school advice—that’s where questions like this usually led.
“Did you have to deal with people—mostly men—not listening to you, or your ideas? Or pretending they’d come up with your ideas themselves?”
Olivia laughed.
“Every single fucking day, more or less. That was one of the reasons I started my own firm.” She took a sip of the agua fresca the waitress dropped down in front of her. “Why, do you have to deal with that at the community center?”
Jamila’s eyebrows went sky high.
“Every single fucking day!” They both laughed. “I mean, that’s a slight exaggeration, but for instance—I got involved with the center really early on because I grew up in that neighborhood and was excited there was a new community center. And when I suggested a meal delivery service to the executive director, he blew me off. For months, he blew me off! And then all of a sudden I find out he went to the board and told them his amazing idea about what to do with the cafeteria we weren’t using, and the board got all excited, and