We’ve got a ton of heads wanting washes, and a couple of these clients tip really nice.” Joy grabbed her jacket from the hook it hung on. The rain had been coming down earlier, and thanks to Nicolette, she didn’t have an umbrella anymore. Her daughter had been playing with the thing and now the bar was bent, and it wouldn’t open. At least both her and Denita had raincoats and cute little matching umbrellas. Joy would have to buy another from today’s tips. “You know I can’t work on the weekend, Sharon. I don’t have anybody to watch my girls, and even if I put them in daycare, it’ll just eat up whatever I make.” Her new employer groaned. “You can’t live off the two days you’re here during the week.” “I know. I’m working on that.” One of the stylists stuck her head in the door leading to the front of the salon. “Damn, Sharon, when you get white boys up in here? He’s not half bad though.” Sharon wrinkled her nose. “Don’t say that all loud, and I have a few.
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