Meanwhile, in a suburban home not too far away, the McKays and the Tysons (Tapanga's family), had finished lunch and had moved into the living room, where Bibi was watching her cartoons.
Ben Tyson had completed his journey into adulthood, now an african american man the same age as his wife, and was now by everyone's memory a fairly successful real estate agent. He had just been telling a rather humorous tale about one of his escapades in college, which naturally never had happened.
"So, any plans for the kids later today?" he asked his wife, once everyone had stopped laughing.
"We were thinking of taking them to the library later today," Tapanga said. "Zahara and Stephie really like the storyteller there."
"Oh, right, Jenny, was it? I think I sold her brother in law a piece of property not too long ago. He and Jenny's sister are going through a separation, which is too bad because if memory serves they had a daughter," Ben said.
"Oh! That reminds me! I was going to make a call. See if that new friend that Zahara and Stephie made wanted to come along this afternoon," Mia exclaimed.
"Oh, that's a great idea," Tapanga said. "I'm sure they'd love that."
"Yeah, I think I have the mom's number somewhere around here..." Mia said, walking over to the kitchen counter and sorting through some papers. "Ah, here it is." Mia picked up her phone, punched in the number on the note she found, and waited for her call to be answered.
"Hello?" the voice on the other end asked.
"Hey there, this is Mia McKay..." Mia began, as she began, much to the confusion of the person on the other end of the conversation.
