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.“I’m doing my part, but the rest of you are going to have to start dressing a little bit flashier around here.”The salon door swung open.The two guys walked in.Both were wearing skin-tight jeans and T-shirts that were even tighter.They had blond-streaked hair, perfectly arched brows, and I thought perhaps I detected a hint of Botox.I squinted to see if their faces moved when they talked.My father put his hands on his hips.“I’m sorry,” he said.“But we don’t take walk-ins.”“Like we’d even consider it,” the taller and blonder of the two said.“Good thing,” my father said.“Because I’m a beautician, not a magician.” He bent over and slapped his knee.The tall guy ignored him and held up a FOR SALE sign.“Know anything about this?”My father laced his fingers together on top of his scalp.“About what?”I felt like I was in an old western.I took a step forward.“Listen,” I said, “there’s plenty of room in this hair town for all of us.”“Tell that to the old man,” the tall one said.The shorter guy spoke up.“You know, you’re not the first homophobe we’ve met in our lives, Gramps.”“Hey, watch that big bocca of yours, sonny boy.I even have a gay of my own.Two if you count the husband.”Mario and Todd waved.“He’s not very PC, but he grows on you,” Todd said.“Say you’re sorry about the sign, Dad,” Mario said.“And promise you won’t do it again.”“Sei pazzo!” my father yelled.“That means ‘you’re crazy,’ for the non-Italians in the room,” he added.“Which would essentially be everybody,” I said.My father started shaking his fist.“What kind of hairdresser drops a dime on his neighbor’s septic system? Scemo! Stupido! Cretino!” He spit on the floor of the salon.“Disgrazio!”Vicky walked over and started sweeping up the spit on the floor.The Best Little Hairhouse guys shook their heads.“We have no idea what he’s talking about,” the shorter one said.My father took a step forward.He made the finger-popping-from-his-chin gesture again.“Disgusto!” he yelled.Mario grabbed him by the belt loop of his camouflage pants.The taller guy handed the FOR SALE sign to Todd.“Just keep him away from our salon, okay?”As soon as they left, Cannoli ran over to the door and started barking.“A little late, don’t you think?” I said.“That’s not a dog in my salon, is it?” my father asked.“Okay, let’s not get testy, everybody,” Mario said.“We’ve got a big week ahead of us.”“So, is Andrew all set for the wedding?” Angela asked when we all sat down again, except for my father, who’d gone back to the house to get a bottle of grappa.“By the way, we’re not leaving until Saturday morning.The kids have Friday afternoon soccer games they can’t miss.”Mario smiled.“I think he’s getting a little bit nervous about the wedding.He hates being the center of attention.”“Mike wanted to work late on Friday and meet the kids and me there on Saturday,” Tulia said.“I said no way, so we’re all flying down together Friday afternoon.Maggie still can’t believe she really gets to be a flower girl at her cousin’s wedding.And Andrew was so nice to ask both Mack and Myles to be ring bearers.I just hope Myles doesn’t eat the ring.He’s in an oral phase.” The kids weren’t with her today, unless she’d forgotten to take them out of the car.“Well, they’re the perfect age,” Angela said.“My kids loved it when they were in Bella’s wedding.”“Let’s not go there,” I said.“You know,” one of the stylists said, “I keep thinking it’s Friday night, and it’s almost time to go out.” She shook her head.“It’s very disorganizing.”There was a knock on the door.“I wonder who that is,” Sophia said.She looked at me and smiled.It wasn’t a nice smile.She got up and started walking to the door.The door opened.It was the Silly Siren father.I grabbed Mario’s arm.“Hi,” Sophia said.“Looking for something? Maybe with four legs?”Mario peeled off my hand and stood up, too.“Nice to see you again, sir,” he said.“Can I help you?”I hunched over Cannoli so she wouldn’t be so noticeable.Mario walked past Sophia and told the Silly Siren father we were in a meeting.He opened the door, and they walked outside together.Sophia paused at the doorway.The rest of us all leaned forward in our chairs, trying to hear them.Sophia turned around and looked right at me.“I can’t believe you’re trying to take his daughter’s dog away from her,” she said.“Look who’s talking,” I said.“Care to discuss who took what from who?”Vicky looked up from sweeping.“Whom,” she said.“Wow,” one of the stylists said.“She has good grammar.”“Not good,” another stylist said.“Well.”Sophia and I were still glaring at each other when Mario came back in, holding the pizza.“What happened?” about half the people in the room all asked at once.Mario put the pizza boxes on the reception desk.“Okay, here’s the official story.I told him you brought the dog back here because you didn’t know what else to do.And when no one came to get it, I had to drop it off at the Marshbury Animal Shelter because we already had a salon dog.One who was known to be vicious with other animals.Killer Cannoli.”I got up and gave Mario a big kiss on the cheek.“You’re the best,” I said.I held up Cannoli so she could give him a kiss, too.“Did you hear that, Killer?”My father came back with the grappa and opened a pizza box.He held up a slice.“Mangiamo!”We started reaching for the paper plates.“Did we have the meeting yet?” one of the stylists asked.22IT WAS GREAT TO HAVE A FOCUS.I’D BEEN WORKING almost round the clock and had a pile of kits all made up with nowhere to go.Once I finished the design and uploaded my Web site, I’d be in business.Lizzie’s kit was already in the mail [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.“I’m doing my part, but the rest of you are going to have to start dressing a little bit flashier around here.”The salon door swung open.The two guys walked in.Both were wearing skin-tight jeans and T-shirts that were even tighter.They had blond-streaked hair, perfectly arched brows, and I thought perhaps I detected a hint of Botox.I squinted to see if their faces moved when they talked.My father put his hands on his hips.“I’m sorry,” he said.“But we don’t take walk-ins.”“Like we’d even consider it,” the taller and blonder of the two said.“Good thing,” my father said.“Because I’m a beautician, not a magician.” He bent over and slapped his knee.The tall guy ignored him and held up a FOR SALE sign.“Know anything about this?”My father laced his fingers together on top of his scalp.“About what?”I felt like I was in an old western.I took a step forward.“Listen,” I said, “there’s plenty of room in this hair town for all of us.”“Tell that to the old man,” the tall one said.The shorter guy spoke up.“You know, you’re not the first homophobe we’ve met in our lives, Gramps.”“Hey, watch that big bocca of yours, sonny boy.I even have a gay of my own.Two if you count the husband.”Mario and Todd waved.“He’s not very PC, but he grows on you,” Todd said.“Say you’re sorry about the sign, Dad,” Mario said.“And promise you won’t do it again.”“Sei pazzo!” my father yelled.“That means ‘you’re crazy,’ for the non-Italians in the room,” he added.“Which would essentially be everybody,” I said.My father started shaking his fist.“What kind of hairdresser drops a dime on his neighbor’s septic system? Scemo! Stupido! Cretino!” He spit on the floor of the salon.“Disgrazio!”Vicky walked over and started sweeping up the spit on the floor.The Best Little Hairhouse guys shook their heads.“We have no idea what he’s talking about,” the shorter one said.My father took a step forward.He made the finger-popping-from-his-chin gesture again.“Disgusto!” he yelled.Mario grabbed him by the belt loop of his camouflage pants.The taller guy handed the FOR SALE sign to Todd.“Just keep him away from our salon, okay?”As soon as they left, Cannoli ran over to the door and started barking.“A little late, don’t you think?” I said.“That’s not a dog in my salon, is it?” my father asked.“Okay, let’s not get testy, everybody,” Mario said.“We’ve got a big week ahead of us.”“So, is Andrew all set for the wedding?” Angela asked when we all sat down again, except for my father, who’d gone back to the house to get a bottle of grappa.“By the way, we’re not leaving until Saturday morning.The kids have Friday afternoon soccer games they can’t miss.”Mario smiled.“I think he’s getting a little bit nervous about the wedding.He hates being the center of attention.”“Mike wanted to work late on Friday and meet the kids and me there on Saturday,” Tulia said.“I said no way, so we’re all flying down together Friday afternoon.Maggie still can’t believe she really gets to be a flower girl at her cousin’s wedding.And Andrew was so nice to ask both Mack and Myles to be ring bearers.I just hope Myles doesn’t eat the ring.He’s in an oral phase.” The kids weren’t with her today, unless she’d forgotten to take them out of the car.“Well, they’re the perfect age,” Angela said.“My kids loved it when they were in Bella’s wedding.”“Let’s not go there,” I said.“You know,” one of the stylists said, “I keep thinking it’s Friday night, and it’s almost time to go out.” She shook her head.“It’s very disorganizing.”There was a knock on the door.“I wonder who that is,” Sophia said.She looked at me and smiled.It wasn’t a nice smile.She got up and started walking to the door.The door opened.It was the Silly Siren father.I grabbed Mario’s arm.“Hi,” Sophia said.“Looking for something? Maybe with four legs?”Mario peeled off my hand and stood up, too.“Nice to see you again, sir,” he said.“Can I help you?”I hunched over Cannoli so she wouldn’t be so noticeable.Mario walked past Sophia and told the Silly Siren father we were in a meeting.He opened the door, and they walked outside together.Sophia paused at the doorway.The rest of us all leaned forward in our chairs, trying to hear them.Sophia turned around and looked right at me.“I can’t believe you’re trying to take his daughter’s dog away from her,” she said.“Look who’s talking,” I said.“Care to discuss who took what from who?”Vicky looked up from sweeping.“Whom,” she said.“Wow,” one of the stylists said.“She has good grammar.”“Not good,” another stylist said.“Well.”Sophia and I were still glaring at each other when Mario came back in, holding the pizza.“What happened?” about half the people in the room all asked at once.Mario put the pizza boxes on the reception desk.“Okay, here’s the official story.I told him you brought the dog back here because you didn’t know what else to do.And when no one came to get it, I had to drop it off at the Marshbury Animal Shelter because we already had a salon dog.One who was known to be vicious with other animals.Killer Cannoli.”I got up and gave Mario a big kiss on the cheek.“You’re the best,” I said.I held up Cannoli so she could give him a kiss, too.“Did you hear that, Killer?”My father came back with the grappa and opened a pizza box.He held up a slice.“Mangiamo!”We started reaching for the paper plates.“Did we have the meeting yet?” one of the stylists asked.22IT WAS GREAT TO HAVE A FOCUS.I’D BEEN WORKING almost round the clock and had a pile of kits all made up with nowhere to go.Once I finished the design and uploaded my Web site, I’d be in business.Lizzie’s kit was already in the mail [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]