She chuffed and signed, “Fine Isty. Get your cute butt in gear, we have a mixer to fix.” I blushed at her. Only she would think my butt was cute. I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror and sighed at the small woman I saw there. I had so many flaws I couldn't believe that Ash had chosen me. I quickly went about tying my chestnut brown hair that hung down to my calves, into a loose braid that raised it up to just below my waist. My hair was the only thing I liked about myself. I thought it was pretty. It was almost long enough for me to donate eighteen inches to Locks of Love. I never wanted my hair to be shorter than my waist, Ash loved it long. I asked as I finished up, “Bobbie seems to let you talk her into giving us time off an awful lot.” She winked at me in the mirror and screwed her expressive face up and signed, “Well she's like the aunt I never had. I've always seen the people here at Silent Bob's more as family than friends or bosses. Grandpa Remmy was a fixture here.”
