"Gurl, you trippin'." LeShawna had just called her cousin LeShaniqua again to make sure She heard correctly. After hearing that their family getaway to Paris was cancelled, LeShawna dragged herself down to the living room and plopped down on the torn up, creaky couch. Her older brother Samuel had been listening to her groping since earlier that morning, and felt bad for her. He spoke up. "How you feelin', Shawnie?" He slid a little closer to LeShawna, who was in the fetal position on the couch. "A lil' pissed, but I'll make it through," she lied. Samuel wasn't fooled. "Excuse me?" "You'll see."