They could at least have offered to help her open the damn thing. Obviously they weren’t local to Racy, Indiana. The residents in her hometown would have opened the crate and helped her hang the neon sign above the front porch. The fun part would have been the look on their faces as they realized the name of her shop. Once they did, they would have clucked their tongues and gossiped about it for the next ten years, while finding excuses to come in and have a look around. Just out of curiosity, of course. By the time she got the crate open, sweat had collected along her scalp, forcing her already curly mess of hair into a frizzy nightmare. She really needed to find a salon. The nail place was just around the corner, but she’d probably have to drive into Indianapolis to get her hair done the way she liked it. Her underarms were damp, and now the new parquet flooring was covered in sawdust and packing peanuts. She sat back on her heels and wondered again for the fiftieth time that day just why the hell she was doing this.
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