now THE head stylist
for the teen department
here at Stella’s.
Robbie does a little twirl
and gives a small bow:
That’s me! Your slightly chaotic
always charmingfairy godparent
stylist by day
drag queen by night
and I’m very fucking good
at creating a lewk!
We’re not supposed to curse,
Hollis, who for some reason
is still hovering, hisses at Robbie.
Hollis, dear. Don’t be a terror.
It’s not becoming of you,
Robbie says
leading me and Lyric
to a small but semiprivate sitting area
with a single dressing room
and wall-to-wall mirrors.
Don’t you have some panties
to fold in the granny panty department?
Please, go, do something. Anything else
than harass our customers.
I snort, because
Hollis’s face
has turned beet red
as she spins around on her kitten heel
andfinallystomps away.
