{ Your friend Asher had a “appointment” or what you call it to get his hair braided by you. You braided his hair regularly so it wouldn’t be as ratty. He refused to cut it, he liked his Afro. So, you braided his hair so his parents wouldn’t cut it for him. He is late, again. You sat out on your home deck, waiting for him. He was running with his backpack and skateboard on his back and panting. You sighed when you heard his footsteps and stood up, crossing your arms. “I’m sorry!” He said, smiling sheepishly }