· Bokeem Woodbine
· Utah City [author’s note: I’m guessing Salt Lake?]
“Ok, so boom,” I started before Renee burst into laughter, “What? I haven’t even said anything yet.”
“But any time you start something with ‘ok so boom’, nothing good follows it,” she replied, still giggling.
“Hey!” I exclaimed, full on hurt, “I resent that.”
“No, you resemble that, but no, do go on. Tell me what hare-brained scheme you’ve got now.”
“It’s not n scheme, just a theory. You know that actor Bokeem Woodbine?”
“You think he might be Derek’s daddy?” I asked, looking in the direction of our coworker who was a spitting image of Cleon from Dead Presidents.
Renee’s reply was a peal of screeching laughter that caught not only the attention of Derek, but the two other people who was in the small break room where she and I sat eating lunch currently.
“For real, though, I’ve been thinking this for a while. They look JUST ALIKE. Don’t tell me you don’t see it.”
“Is this something you’d been thinking about for a while and finally needed to get off your chest or…?” Renee asked, clearly amused, as she lifted her pale pink water bottle to her mouth to take a sip before I could reply.
“Remember when we had ‘Bring Your Parents to Work Day’? His mom came, but not his dad. Probably because he didn’t want us to know that while his father was an international film star, he works part time at an AlphaGraphics.”
Renee laughed again, shaking her head, “International film star? You’re giving brother Bokeem a lot here. But, Trice, why is this a thing that you’ve given this much thought?”
“I had a lot of time to think when I was here eating lunch alone while you were off at Corporate in Salt Lake. Derek and I were here together a lot. And it all sorta just came together…”
Renee continued shaking her head, “You’ve really gotta get out more, LaTrice…”