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magazine and sat in the empty shampoo chair. She skipped through several pages before the black Dolce & Gabbana dress caught her eyes. The dress looked better than the one David’s ho for hire had on. It was knee length with low-cut cleavage with sheer lace down to the belly button. Keisha knew it would hug her body perfectly. I have to get that. She made a personal note to herself.
    She was there for more than an hour before it was finally her turn. “Mrs. G. fell asleep so I can squeeze you in.”
    Keisha got up, taking the magazine with her. “You call this squeezing me in? I’ve been here over an hour.”
    Poochie had the hot iron in her hand. “Sit you ass in this chair so I can straighten your nappy roots.”
    Keisha’s phone started to ring. She took a quick glance and it was Tina. She had forgotten that she was supposed to meet with her for lunch at their favorite Jamaican restaurant. She knew Tina well enough to know that her patience ran thin. Keisha checked her watch and she was more than a half hour late. She knew Tina would be furious. “Hello. Tina, I’ll be there in a minute.” She switched the cell phone to her left ear because Poochie threatened to burn her with the flat iron if she didn’t keep still.
    â€œDon’t tell me you’re getting your hair done and I’m here waiting on you.”
    â€œI’m not getting my hair done,” Keisha lied.
    Poochie looked her in the face. “You’re going to hell in a hand basket,” she whispered.
    â€œI’ll meet you there,” Keisha said, covering her phone.
    â€œMay I take your order?” Keisha heard the waiter ask Tina. His accent was sharp but exotic to make you want him to read the whole menu out loud.
    â€œIt’s a known fact that Jamaican men are wild beasts in the sheets,” Keisha teased. “Besides, a one-night stand wouldn’t hurt.”
    â€œCan you give me a few more minutes please?”
    â€œTake your time.”
    â€œKeisha. You should see his thick, juicy lips. He is hot.”
    â€œCalm down. He can’t look that good. I would have seen him already, as often as I dine there.”
    â€œIf only I could see what his body looks like under his shirt.”
    â€œYou need to dismiss the thought because you know he can’t support you on a waiter’s income. Unless you could deal with a broke stalker.” They both laughed.
    â€œBut, damn, a one-night stand wouldn’t hurt.”
    â€œLike I said, broke stalker. But I’ll be there in a minute.”
    â€œYou said the same thing ten minutes ago.”
    Keisha hung up the phone and got up out of the chair. “Here is fifty. Keep the change. Mrs. G, it’s your turn,” Keisha bellowed as she passed by her, waking her from her slumber.
    Tina was calling her back and she ignored the call. Telling her she would be there in a minute wouldn’t work this time. It took her twenty minutes to pull up at the restaurant. She saw Tina outside, looking up and down the street for any sign of her car. Keisha’s phone was ringing again and she knew it was Tina calling her because she saw her with the phone at her ear. “Have some patience, woman.” She took the keys out of the ignition.
    â€œWhere the hell are you? If you are not here in ten minutes I’m leaving.”
    Keisha exited her new candy-apple Benz and waved at her. Tina jaw dropped open. Cars slowed in both directions, giving her access to cross the street. She did her regular sassy walk as if she were on the runway. Tina hugged her, screaming with joy and envy.
    â€œWhy didn’t you tell me that you bought a new car? You are such a bitch.”
    â€œI know.”
    The bystanders commented on her car, also about her, and she loved it. They walked into the restaurant like two peas in a pod. Tina’s six-inch heel broke, causing her to trip, falling into the arms of a man with unpleasantly