had been sewing on hair for over an hour. The manicurist seemed to be making mad loot, âcause there were already two women with their nails drying, one woman in the chair, and another one with her feet soaking for a pedicure.
Fifty Centâs âGet Rich or Die Tryingâ was banging in the background, leading nobody to notice how Rowanda came in well dressed, pretending to be clean. I ignored the hell outta her. I was embarrassed, and if it werenât for the memory of the ass-beatinâ I got from Aunt Cookie when I spit in Rowandaâs face, I wouldâve done it again.
âHey, Cookie!â Rowanda said.
âHey, chile! What you doinâ here?â
âYesterday was my birthday.â
âThatâs beautiful, baby. Happy birthday,â Aunt Cookie said.
âWell, I donât have two dollars!â I said, trying to shut Rowanda down before she even got to the part where she needed two dollars for something to eat, or two dollars for something to drink, or to get to a job, or any other shit that the typical fiend would create.
âShe ainât asked you foâ two dollars!â Aunt Cookie snapped. âYesterday was your motherâs birthday. Show some respect.â
âMy mother? Please.â Then I rolled my eyes and proceeded with handling my clientâs hair.
âI ainât come for no trouble,â Rowanda said. âI just was wonderinâ if you would do my hair. See, I got money. I got a whole ten dollars.â
âWell, the ten dollar doobie shop is down the street and around the corner.â
Aunt Cookie shot me the evil eye. âStep to the side for a minute, Vera,â Aunt Cookie said in a demanding tone.
âWhat is it?â I snapped.
âNow, look. That there is yoâ mama. Treat her nice for once. She trying, Vera.â
âBe nice? Be nice? That chickenhead put me in a drawstring garbage bag and placed me on the street like overnight trash!â
âYou gonna have to get over that.â
âReally? Well, until I do, she wonât get her hair done up in here.â
âHey, baby,â Taj said, walking into the midst of commotion. Now, personally, this muâfucka had a lot of nerve, but I was relieved as hell to see him.
âWhere did you come from? Your hair appointment is not until tomorrow.â Now, take that, put it in yoâ pipe and smoke it! Teach yoâ ass not to call me for three days.
He shot my ass such a look that I instantly took it down, but I still ignored the hell outta Aunt Cookie and Rowanda.
âTaj,â Aunt Cookie said, âspeak with Vera! She acting like she donât have no Christianity!â
âWhatâs up, baby?â he had the audacity to say, sounding as if something was wrong with me.
Well, wasnât a damn thing wrong with me! Didnât nobody in there know what it was like to have a dopefiend for a mother. Nobody knew what it was like to wanna eat but have to wait until everybody had their dope. Nobody knew! And here Taj came, who hadnât called me in three days, and he thought that I should what, pour my heart out to his ass? Hell, no. Not Vera.
âAinât shit up!â I said, taking the cape off my client and winking my eye to let her know she looked good. âBut Iâm not doing Rowandaâs hair. Understand?â
I felt my knees about to break, but there was no way I would let any one of these muâfuckas see me cry. I cleared my throat, wrote out my ticket for my client to pay the cashier, and then I planned to keep on steppinâ.
Instead, Taj handed the cashier the ticket and stepped into my personal space. I could feel the cool peppermint on his breath.
âLetâs talk,â he said.
Reluctantly, I stepped to the back of the shop, where my small office was. I practically fell down in my oversized brown leather chair, placed my head on my desk and began to cry. How could Rowanda come in here
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