Chapter Fifteen
Fallon
“Where the hell were you last night?” Blair demands as we look around the rails in the clothes shop. “I tried ringing you a billion times, and you know I'm not needy very often.”
I laugh. “Oh, I'm sorry, I wasn’t at your beck and call. I was busy sleeping and enjoying my night of freedom from you two.” I lie.
The last thing I want to do is tell them about the doctor. I'm having a hard enough time coming to terms with it myself, never mind with these two on my case about it, too.
“Bitch,” she scoffs.
“She only wanted you because she needed an excuse to go and see Jenson, and I wouldn’t go with her,” Gracie giggles and then ducks out of the way of Blair's hand, trying to swat her.
“Jenson? Is it finally getting serious between you two?” I wiggle my brows at her.
“Fuck off. No. We just like to fuck, and yourgirl was needy.”
“Ew, why do you have to talk like that in front of me?” Gracie complains.
“Don’t be a prude. I know what goes on behind those bedroom walls of yours,” Blair fires back. “Which I also know isn’t much right now. Are you jealous your sissy is getting some, and you aren’t?”
“Why are you like this? Leave me and my vagina alone.”
“Your dusty, dried-up vagina needs a day out. Maybe we all need to go out and get some,” Blair says.
“Speak for yourself. I’m happy all alone on my own.” I tell them. I don't know if I'm lying more to them or myself.
“I think I do need to get out there, I'm sick of having nothing to do but work and stare at the four walls of our apartment,” Gracie says.
“We could go back down to visit Maya? I’m sure she would love to help fix our empty love lives now she's found her own lover,” Blair says, pulling her phone out.
“No,” I say abruptly. “I think she needs a breather, and the less pressure from us the better.”
“I think it would do her good to take her mind off everything that's going on,” she retorts.
“Blair, we can’t leave the salon again. We were behind on last month's rent; we can't risk doing it again.”
With me being off work with my hand, then going down to Tommy’s house, the bills have been harder and harder to pay. Who would have thought that money doesn’t actually grow on trees?
“I can work overtime when we get back?” Gracie says.
“You work enough as it is. We need to focus on keeping the salon going until Maya comes home. If you work more, you’ll never meet your dream man,” I say.
She looks out of the window, pursing her lips as she studies the passersby. I don’t know what it is about Gracie, but there is something in her that makes me want to protect her. She couldn’t say boo to a goose. Someone this genuine and kind doesn’t need added stress. I'd love for her to meet someone, to find her other half. But when you are as kind as her, it's easier to get walked all over.
“I have said it before, but I’ll say it again. I have beautiful toes. All we need to do is find the right website to sell the pictures to,” Blair shrugs.
“That actually doesn’t sound like a bad idea. I’d be down for selling foot pictures. As long as I can keep my flower to myself, they can stare at my feet all day,” Gracie adds.
Blair picks up her phone, scrolling away.
“Are you seriously looking at foot porn websites right now?” I laugh.
“Yup,” she says without looking up. “Urg,you have to advertise it yourself on social media. Imagine what the clients would say if we started marketing for foot fetishes instead of beauty treatments.”
“No… imagine what Mrs Henry would say,” I burst out laughing at the thought.
Mrs Henry is a bitch on a regular day, never mind what she would have to say if we actually did that.
