![]() ![]() You see, Nina decided when she was fifteen that she’d had enough of school. Nina and I, you could say we’re street smart. Helena is the smart one out of us girls, but she’s school smart. Just one more year and I’ll be a physical therapist.” She pulls her hair out of her face and makes a gross face. I throw a smile her way and ask, “How goes the studies?” “And a coffee table.”īlowing out a frustrated breath, I beg, “Can we please talk about something else? I’m sick of hearing about asshole Cole.” Nina ignores our laughter and mutters to herself, “Find a place that sells color.” She looks towards the pile of wood in the corner of the room. ![]() She takes pride in her work as a hairdresser and hates when Helena and I don’t do our hair when she deems it’s time to. Helena and I look at each other and burst out laughing. I open my mouth to answer, but she cuts me off with a frustrated, “Too many times!” “How many times have I told her not to use store color?” How many times have I told you not to use store color?” Nina looks over at me. Helena attempts to answer, but Nina cuts her off. She tuts and says, “How long has it been since you colored?” Nina’s face becomes heated and she begins to say something but stops and touches Helena’s black hair. Helena pokes her in the shoulder and retorts, “Well, hell! That’s not her fault. ![]()
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