Grace sat with a magazine on her lap. “I wish you guys would get a cat,” she said. The stylist on duty, working on someone, just laughed. “Uh-huh.” It was a typically cloudy day, an infinite, unilateral mist inundating the things that Grace and Tanya looked at. Tanya’s customer made a comment to her about … Continue reading “The Stylee”
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