Tiffany: “ͳis is my Martin Luther King bag. ͳe lock
fell off, so it’s free at last. Get it?”Jada: “No, I don’t get it. It’s a fake. You have to get real
designer stuff. You can’t be having knockoff stuff.”Tiffany: “Well, that’s the kind of money I got, knockoĉ
money, so that’s probably what kind of bag I should
have, right?”She shook her head and laughed at me. Later that week,
she decided to go back to LA for the weekend, and invited
me to go with her.
Tiffany: “ͳat sounds fun, but how we gonna book a
ticket this late? It’ll be too expensive. And I bet mrst
class is filled up.”Jada: “Book a ticket? Girl, we’re taking a private jet to
LA.”Tiffany: “Oh, I can’t. I’m not getting on no private jet.”Jada: “Why?”Tiffany: “Aaliyah. Never forget.”Jada: “What?”Tiffany: “Aaliyah, never forget! La Bamba, too.”