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It's strange how looks can be so deceiving. Take Lola for instance. I had seen her at the same bus stop for the past year. It became a regular for me to honk my horn and wave as I drove past each morning on my way to work. She would return the wave and smile. Lola was a very beautiful middle age woman who always dressed impeccably. I just knew that she must have been some kind of Executive. She always wore what looked to be a very expensive business suit. She carried a small briefcase and a little shopping bag. I guessed her age at around 55 but with women you never know. I could always tell if either of us was late by whether or not she was standing there waiting for her bus. I found out that Lola was never late. I had seen her get off another bus to wait for the one that stopped on her corner, so I guessed that she didn't live around that area. I would always smile at this picture of an empowered Black woman that she presented. Little did I know of the dark secret that she harbored behind her facade of a successful Black businesswoman? I found out, purely by accident, on a rainy day. When I left home it had already started raining. And from the way my wipers were working overtime, it didn't look like it was going to stop any time soon. By the time I reached Lola's corner, it was pouring. I honked my horn and waved the way I always did. Then I saw the car come screeching around the corner. He came so close to the curb that he sent up a wave of water. Lola was in the way and got the brunt of it. She was drenched from head to toe. I pulled my car over to the side and got out. Running back to her, I asked ...

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