Love you too,sweetie. Call if you need anything. Tell him I said hi back. -- Mom
I only wantedto throw up a little bit when I typed that. That seemed like an improvement. Maybe.
Brittany didn’t answer back. But I wasn’t expecting it. It was after 9pm there. She was probably exhausted from the flight.
I did tell her thanks for the take-out.
That got me a smiley emoticon.
Ahh, love in the technological world.
I found a show to watch—Mad Men. Me and my wine had just gotten comfortable when my phone rang.
“What?” I asked.
“Well, aren’t you chipper?” Audra asked on the other end.
“Glad you survived your animal encounter,” I said.
“I was more concerned about you,” she replied.
If I had a best friend outside of the family, it would be Audra. Probably because she got me in a way that most people didn’t.
She appreciated my love of style and designers but knew that my love for designers had nothing to do with name brands.
At work, we kept it cool and reserved, because it was work. Neither one of us liked working with BFF’s, because they were annoying as hell. There had been a few of those in the salon over the years.
She and I kept our personal lives outside of the salon. We respected that each other had lives that didn’t involve each other, and we were okay with that.
But she knew me better than most. And knew when I was having a rotten day.
“The kids made it to Florida,” I said, picking up my glass of wine and taking a long sip on it.
“I have to say, I’m impressed.”
“Why?”
“I thought you would bomb the plane or something to keep them here.”
“My snow dance worked. But just too late,” I replied, glancing outside. The snow was starting to accumulate and turning everything a funky silvery-gray outside. Tires crunched as they drove by, a strange crackling sound instead of the usual noise of the street.
“So, it’s your fault.”
“Of course. Everything is, haven’t you heard?” I muttered.
“Now, stop that,” Audra said. “One bad day.”
“I have never had a fucking critter in the shop. Much less on the same day that State Board showed up.”
“Is that all you’re worked up about?” Audra asked.
“What? No. Yes. Why?”
“You shifted to überbitch after State Board. What happened? Did we get a bad mark?”
“No. Yes. I think there was hair in a sink.” Sounded good, right?
“Shit. Who’s sink?”
