CHAPTER 21
“Mrs. Wilkes, sorry to keep you waiting.” Mr. Darryl Fink of Human Resources, Metro TV, leans back in his chair. He looks about thirteen. His moussed hair resembles a bicycle helmet. He has a large hairy mole on his left cheek. He picks his nose as he talks.
“Actually, it’s Mzzz Wilkes,” Lary answers pleasantly, smoothing down her new cinnamon, final markdown Gappe jacket over a black tee and slacks.
“Mzzz.” When he grins, she can see his braces are stuck with the remains of a chicken nugget.
Her burgundy painted fingernails brush back her freshly chopped, chin length bob, compliments of Pumpkin. The same Pumpkin who had gone to Hairdressing School in an impulsive teenage protest before settling down to a future in Nuclear Genetics and Cancer Research.
“Well, I’ll take a mo
